In a beautiful old fashion cemetery in upstate New York, Dorothea, D'Amour, and at least another hundred people all surrounded as Swann's coffin was lowered into the ground for a second and final time. It was overcast out and lightly raining.
It had been a week since he died.
Dorothea held onto D'Amour's hand tightly as silent tears fell down her face. It seemed as though the second her son was born…her husband died. Watching the coffin lower, she felt her heart beat hard and turned away.
D'Amour walked with her back to the car.
Back at her apartment, Dorothea silently walked into the nursery and looked down at her sleeping baby. Dressed in a blue one piece, he slept peacefully under his mobile. Dorothea smiled looking down at him before brushing his skin.
"Your beautiful, just like him Hunter…just like him."
Turning away, she rubbed her arms before joining D'Amour in the living room. Sitting on the sofa beside him, both cracked open a bottle of wine watching the fire. There Dorothea began crying. D'Amour slipped his arm around her.
"Shhh, it's okay."
"I want him back…"
She cried in his arms.
Later that night, D'Amour slept over in the guest bedroom. Dorothea meanwhile tossed and turned in her bed.
Dreams of Swann, when he was just nineteen.
Finally she woke, a little after one. The apartment dark and silent. Slipping out of bed, her bare feet touching the carpet she walked into the nursery.
There she froze.
Swann stood there, holding their son. Dorothea was speechless and slowly walked over.
Both locked eyes before he smiled.
"Your right, he is beautiful."
Dorothea fought back tears before smiling. There Swann slowly slid the baby into her arms. Both looked down at their baby sleeping before Swann touched her cheek.
"The nightmare is over, I stayed long enough to see my son and give you happiness, now go…move on."
Dorothea slowly cried before nodding.
"I love you, and I'm going to miss you."
Swann smiled before looking down at their baby.
"I'll still be here…remember, I'm free."
"Flesh is a trap…"
"And magic sets us free."
Both smiled before Swann leaned in to kiss her. There a breeze blew in through the room and Dorothea opened her eyes.
He was gone.
Looking down at her baby she sighed before smiling.
She now had a reason to live and move on.
"Flesh is a trap, that's what your father used to say…flesh is a trap and magic sets us free."
