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arc one, curiosity. their second encounter would be yet another fleeting, unexpected rendezvous within inauspicious circumstance; he had to fetch an owed money from an eliminated client, which amounted to millions. blood smeared within the place had been meticulously cleaned whilst he walked out from the building——merely to encounter her yet again. he fathoms that she sought for the client as people had been looking for him for their money, however he slipped through from her fingers merely because she found his existence to be annoying because he kept coming back to LOUISE'S apartment to no fail: his lunch offer had been turned down, however it is merely the beginning of his curiosity to find her clients &. her past.

arc two, valentine. johann has become a constant nuisance lurking within the apartment——purposefully linger merely to take a glimpse of her once again, even when it is brisk or fleeting, he just needs a moment to have a conversation with her. perhaps she knows him thus she tried to avoid him evermore, but a quick text of mere greet lead to a date he audaciously invited her upon merely because he had planned it before extending the invitation. he behaved gentlemanly; making sure that she enjoys his company than loathing him for simply lurking, &. it succeed: there'd be following dates around the parks, the shows, &. the dinners——it almost happened rather quick, just like mere glance from her before.

arc three, partnership. they have become closer than before within LOUISE'S absence; entangled 'tween sheets or sofas or floors or walls——physically attracted with each other whilst their conversations escalate from constant teases &. banters to uncharted territory of her vulnerability. she has been honest to him, within her limited words she could convey——he extends the same favour, regardless of how untruthful or truthful it could be; she becomes too close to him, without a title borne from their relationship; he was hesitating, for it may have been too much for her. a simple jest taken into contemplation, she says otherwise &. he confirms their relationship——partnership, as lovers.

arc four, where do we go from here? unexpected circumstances will make them question themselves &. others: where do they go whilst the sky is vast, &. they are still stagnant. regardless of her meltdown from a prevelant issue, they are still together, almost cautiously opening up, &. blurring the affectionate embrace into steadfast love.

arc five, the surprise. days have become shorter, nights have become everlasting——their love is a burning fuse with inexplicable intensity; arguments, making outs, doubts, celebration, a creation. her birthday become a sacrament, awaits within the dark until an unfortunate accident occurs; fear turns into an instant happiness, intertwined with unexpected disbelief because of her veiled circumstance——she thought it was impossible, &. he thought it was too fast to have it after three moons have passed above their heads; overjoyed &. overthinking, with solemn convince solidifies the seed: he was afraid of losing her &. she was afraid of it is their only chance. the surprise, become an understanding; they are having it.

arc six, the engagement. everything feels predestined, a constellation of happenstance become a happening. each days the baby becomes stronger within her, &. each days his love becomes full that it slowly pouring into his hand as he tries to pick the best reflection of his love between her finger——at the back of his mind, the little rational mind whispers it is too soon for everything; to have a family, to have a lifetime partner, however heart takes the lead as he kneels in front of her, with the cathedral built from love &. the vast - deepest sea behind it; drowns, &. yet saved, with the flick of her cold finger into his stubbles, a kiss to seal their love. he wants her to wait, but she is his nonetheless.

arc seven, the birth. there is nothing that can describe his life is starting to slipping away from his eyes as the fire engulfing them; even one of the strongest person in the planet is succumb to the cruel ember of vindicated revenge——with blood he spew from his lips, as soft call reminding him to stay awake, but lullaby becomes softer, &. slow, until darkness plunges into his subconscious . . . a scream, a beep, a light; woken up with machine into his lungs to breath, with delirious mind staring at blurry visions——death sounds imminent, knocking at the door, waiting to be allowed to come in, however a jolt sends him to the surface, with a tube between his lungs, &. a finger tries to points at the decision to save either one of them; the baby or the mother——death has slithered away from him, only wants to embrace one of his loves, &. he has to play a god for them whilst god could take both of them instantaneously. he didn't even choose, for belief sounds ridiculous but she is one of the strongest person in the world; she would survive, so is their child. a soft cry, delirious plea, a small body on an almost unconscious lady; they survived, but neither would get to see him until life decides to. until she recovers, only few days, &. he is still on breathing tube.

arc eight, always. doubts, fights, urgencies are their bane——with each days feel heavier than the last; recoveries, baby, lovers spats between texts &. conversations . . . he didn't think he was ready to solidifies it, everything is happening too fast, with urgency that they can lose it in one evening, or a day hangs on his tail; love feels like a plunge, but also a comfort. but marriage within a couple of months feel like an exaggeration to their timeline——a year, he had planned, but she knew, everything can change in instant &. she is afraid. convictions, rationalising, conclusion; she is right. he loves her, even the time sounds like a leap into finality. at the break of dawn in quaint chapel, with two witnesses anchors their matrimony, an always etched to their rings, with a kiss seal their union; marriage doesn't so scary, or too abrupt, but a perfect timing to begin their lives,