Timothee leaned closer, lowering his voice to a sincere, almost vulnerable whisper. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and there’s this whirlwind of thoughts I can’t seem to quiet down. I feel like you’re someone who could understand, someone who sees beyond the surface. Could we maybe find some time? I’d appreciate a deep talk with you, to share these thoughts and hear your perspective.”
“Sure, Timothee, I’d love to join you for a good chat. It’s awesome to swap thoughts and ideas on stuff that matters. It’s not every day you get to dive into conversations that go beyond the usual and get into the deep stuff. What topic do you want to tackle first?”
“Have you ever wondered whether I love you or not?”

“Sure, Timothee, I’d love to join you for a good chat. It’s awesome to swap thoughts and ideas on stuff that matters. It’s not every day you get to dive into conversations that go beyond the usual and get into the deep stuff. What topic do you want to tackle first?”
“Have you ever wondered whether I love you or not?” Timothee looking at me with a mischievous smile on his face.
I smiled back, feeling a sense of warmth and affection.
“I’m sure, that there is no doubt in my mind that you love me,” I said, feeling a surge of emotion. “But I’m curious, what makes you ask that? Is there something specific that’s been on your mind?”
Timothee’s expression softened, and he seemed to be contemplating his response.
“Because you never ask it, and I wanted to make sure you know how much you mean to me,” Timothee replied sincerely. “And I also wanted to talk about the different ways people express love, and how it can sometimes lead to misunderstandings.”

I nodded, understanding his perspective. “That’s an interesting topic. Love is such a complex and multi-faceted emotion. It’s always fascinating to explore its intricacies.”
We delved into a deep discussion about love, sharing our personal experiences.
The conversation meandered through countless topics, each more enlightening than the last, until the hours melded imperceptibly into each other. Unbeknownst to me, my eyelids grew heavy, succumbing to the comforting lull of Timothee’s voice and the serenity of our shared space.
The first light of dawn, sneaking through the curtains, gently nudged me awake. There I was, cocooned in the warmth of Timothee’s inviting blanket, the mouthwatering scent of breakfast dancing through the air.

It was more than just waking up it was coming alive again, my spirit lifted by the profound conversations from the night before. The strong scent of cinnamon caught me by surprise. I turned to find a muffin, still emitting wisps of steam, placed next to a glass of warm milk. A piece of paper was left beside the plate. My gaze shifted to a clock in the corner of the room. It showed eight o’clock in the morning, yet the mansion felt eerily quiet.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached for the piece of paper. It was a note from Timothee.
“Good morning, my dear wife. Sorry, I had to step out for Chase funeral ceremony. Help yourself to breakfast and make yourself at home until I return. See you soon.”
I smiled to myself, touched by his thought. The sudden betrayal by Chase was shocking, yet it didn’t instantly turn Timothee against him as I expected. Then, a knock at the door jolted me, adding an unexpected twist to the moment.
I walked to the door and opened it, only to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a card that read, “I love you, more than you’ll ever know.”
However, it wasn’t Timothee who handed it over, but Sawyer who was wearing Timothee’s fedora hat, grinning from ear to ear.
“Good morning, mommy!”
“Hi, buddy.” I replied, feeling a mix of surprise and confusion.
Sawyer shifted uncomfortably, then finally spoke up, “Well, you see, it was Dad who told me to give the flowers. He thought it would be a nice gesture, you know? A way to brighten the day a bit.”
“Oh my god.” I patted my head. “So where’s Asher?”
“He’s in the backyard. Catching butterflies.”
I followed Sawyer’s gaze out the window and spotted Asher flitting around the yard with a net in hand.
“He’s really into those butterflies, huh?” I remarked. Sawyer nodded with a chuckle.
“It’s his latest obsession. He’s convinced he’s going to catch the rare ‘Rainbow Wing’ butterfly.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the image of Asher darting after butterflies in the sunshine.
“Well, let’s hope he has better luck with that than I did with these flowers,” I said, glancing down at the drooping bouquet in my hands. Sawyer chuckled and patted my shoulder sympathetically.
“Hey, at least you tried mom,” he said. “And they may be drooping now, but with a little water and care, they’ll perk right up.” I sighed, feeling grateful for Sawyer’s comforting words.
Just then, Asher burst through the front door, his eyes shining with excitement.
“I almost had it this time!” he exclaimed, waving his net triumphantly. “It was definitely a Rainbow Wing, I saw the shimmer!”
Sawyer ruffled Asher’s hair and smiled.
“Well, keep at it, buddy. I have faith that you’ll catch it one day.” I couldn’t help but be inspired by Asher’s determination.
Out of nowhere, Fae Aurora appeared behind me, her presence as sudden as it was silent.
With a smile that seemed to illuminate the very air around us, she leaned in and whispered, “How are you finding your rest in these enchanted woods?”
“M-mom?”
Fae Aurora tilted her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly curiosity. “Are you busy, or may we share a moment more?”
“I... I have time,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Fae Aurora glanced around, she whispered, “Could we maybe talk about something kind of important in another room? Just the two of us?”
Her eyes searched the me for understanding. I nodded, feeling my curiosity growing. She led me to a nearby room and closed the door behind us.
The room was dimly lit, the light casting shadows that danced on the walls, adding to the atmosphere of secrecy. Fae took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on mine, a mix of determination and apprehension in her eyes.
“There’s something I haven’t told anyone,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “Something that has been weighing on me for a while now.”
My heart raced as I waited for her to continue, my mind conjuring up all sorts of possibilities. Was it something about her power? Did she wanna her power back? Or was it something completely unexpected?