Et ça dure, encore et encore.
Des années-lumière.
Une infinité de temps.
Sans arrêt
Sans trêve
Sans repos
"Don't go," he says quietly.
I tilt my head, gently kiss the column of his throat.
"Aaron," I whisper, "I'm not going anywhere."
He sighs. Says, "Good."
The future doesn't seem improbable here. Hope doesn't feel ridiculous.
It feels like a chance to begin again.
Today is not forever. Hapiness does not happen. Happiness must be uncovered, separated from the skin of pain. It must be claimed. Kept close.
Protected.
"Tangled is not a cartoon. Tangled is one of the greatest movies of all time. It's about fighting for freedom and true love."
- Kenji Kishimoto
"Aaron?" I say again, this time softly. "Are yoy all right ?"
He blinks, startled. "Yes," he says, drawing in a sharp breath. "Yes. Yes, I'm perfect."
I manage a small smile. "I'm glad you finally agree with me."
He frowns, confused and then, as realization hits -
He blushes.
I wanted to be better for her. For her hapiness. For her future.
But if she's gone, what good in goodness ?
"Despite my every effort to break you appart - to remove this cancer from our lives - you've insisted, over and over again, on falling in love with her." He looks me in the eyes, his own eyes wild with fury. "She was never meant for you. She was never meant for any of this. That girl was sentenced to death," he says viciously, "the moment I named her Juliette."
"I don't know that they always fell in love, exactly. Paris, seldom let them spend that much time alone. But they were always drawn together. It was obvious, every time he put them in the same room, they were like" - Delalieu claps his hands - "magnets."
"The reason he had to keep wiping their memories was because it didn't matter how many times he reset the story or remade the introductions - Aaron always fell in love with her. Every time."