Julia Marie Fairechild
Born: June 2, 1980
Died: August 16, 2008
Loyalty, Brotherhood, Justice, Honor
Vocatus Atque
Non Vocatus
Fortuna Aderit
i. He brought flowers to her grave every Wednesday. No one was ever there on a Wednesday afternoon.
ii. He rode the top of the train to get there. It was with the wind blowing threw his hair that he felt the closest to her.
iii. He never knew what to say as he read the tombstone over and over. The search for her life before had been long and hard but only slightly painful.
iv. He doesn't really remember when he stopped thinking over her as gone. His burden doesn't feel so big anymore.
v. He won't let anyone suffer like she did if he can help it. A shy smile ghosts across his memory like the feeling of sweet and firm lips but what sticks the most still is the haunted look of a six year old that she never quite lost.
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In Fox he has always found his answers or at least a guide, ever since the beginning, why would her being dead change that?