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This should be a good day. Arthur holds her hand as they walk through the nearby park, his touch soft and gentle as his thumb caresses her knuckles. The sun is shining, and the warmth feels so good on Molly's skin. These are the days she's always loved the best, and yet her heart feels so heavy with each step she takes.

These were the days Fred loved the best too. Every sunny afternoon, he and George would slip out of the house and roam the yard like two explorers on some great adventure. The memory makes her chest ache, and she stops so abruptly that Arthur manages to lose his grip on her hand. Molly doubles over, nearly falling to her knees, a choked sob ripping through her throat.

She knows Fred is gone, but that doesn't stop her from checking, like he'll pop out and laugh at her. He'd say something like, "Honestly, woman. You call yourself my mother? Of course I'm not dead. It was all just a silly dream."

But it isn't a dream. Each day, Molly wakes, and Fred isn't there. Her family is still hurting and picking up the pieces, and she doesn't know what to do anymore.

"Molly?" Arthur is there, a gentle hand resting on her shoulder. "Molly, what's wrong?"

She wishes she could be strong for her husband now, but she knows Arthur doesn't fault her for this. He's been just as broken, just as lost as she has. They have both taken turns holding the other and being strong while the other is vulnerable. It's a sad sort of balance, and Molly wishes they could both be okay, but she knows that's impossible now.

"I miss him," she says, tears spilling from her eyes. It amazes her that she hasn't run out of tears to cry because it feels like all she has done is cry in the two months since the battle. "I miss him so much."

Arthur pulls her into a warm, tight hug and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "I know, dear," he tells her. "I know. We all do."

She knows she isn't alone, that her pain is a shared one by her family and so many others she may never even know. It's still easy to forget. But then there is Arthur, and he is so good and kind and makes it easy to believe that this pain will pass some day, somehow. She doesn't know what she would do without him.

"Let's go home, Mollywobbles. I'll fix us a nice lunch."

She is healing and hurting, but Arthur is there; Arthur will always be there. "I'd like that."

Her heart is still hurting, and there are still tears in her eyes, but as she and her husband make their way to the park's gate, Molly can't help but smile. Life has been painful, and she doubts it will ever go back to normal again. Even so, she has the most wonderful family and husband, and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, they can get through this together/