Christian sat with baby Oliver in his arms, gazing quietly at the babbling brook. With a sigh, his gaze wandered over to a delicate red rose. He plucked the rose off of the bush and threw it into the water.

"Wherever you are, Satine, I hope that you're happy." He said to himself.

He collected himself and walked towards the house with a heavy heart.

Meanwhile, across the waves of the Atlantic Ocean, an elegantly dressed woman was boarding a boat heading for Europe. She seemed to glide up the ramp and into the first-class deck.

Leaning towards the steward, she whispered, "The name is 'Baker', Amelia Baker. I'd prefer if my name weren't said out loud."

The steward nodded and personally escorted her to her stateroom. It had been a while since Amelia had been on a boat, but she was excited to return to her home continent. With a peaceful smile, she relaxed on her bed and thought back to her younger years.

Back in London, Catharine was busy snooping in Christian's bags. She found the normal items, such as pants and a few pairs of dirty socks. With a pout of disappointment, she turned her attention to the other bag. Unknown to her, it contained personal letters and pictures of Satine among other things. As she unzipped the bag, the door to the room opened and in rushed Christian.

"What do you think you're doing?" He shouted angrily.

"I was just helping you unpack, Darling." Catharine replied, standing up straight and facing him.

"I think that I can manage to unpack by myself." Christian said with impatience in his voice.

Catharine put on a fake smile. The same smile that she wore to her wedding and in front of society.

"I just thought that, since you just got back, you would want someone else to get your bags for you." She cooed.

Christian ushered her out of the room without another word and locked the door behind her. He quickly unpacked the dirty laundry bag and pulled the other bag towards him. Pain soared through his body as he ran his fingers against the gilded frames and delicate papers. Satine's beautiful face smiled at him in one picture. In another, her eyes looked off into the distance.

"It's too bad that they couldn't capture her sparkling blue eyes." Christian said to himself.

The tears fell as Christian's body slumped into a nearby leather chair. The pictures were scattered around him as he remembered the colors that belonged in the pictures.

He quietly whispered, "Here I go again. I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today."

He sighed, the words becoming harder to say.

"It's been seven months and counting. You've moved on. I still feel exactly the same."

Moving towards the window, he looked out to see the distant skyline of London. His melodic voice filled the room: "It's just that everywhere I go all the buildings know your name, like photographs and memories of love."

"Steel and granite reminders, the city calls your name and I can't move on."

Amelia Baker could only imagine the skyline of London as the boat drifted further into the sea. She was looking forward to going back to the old neighborhood and meeting up with her old friends.

Would they remember her or would there be a new girl on the block?

Would the memories be as sparkling as diamonds?

To be continued...

Credit to: Savage Garden's "The Lover After Me"