Sometimes he was afraid they would both break and give up. This time though, he would be strong. He would make sure she always knew that he was there for her no matter what. No matter the shit her family would put them through--through everything they would remain strong and together as a family. That meant everything to him--she meant everything to him. "But it's the good kind of fragile. Like a croissant." He smiled, pulling her into his chest. "Do you know how a croissant becomes fragile? The butter bakes into it and makes little pockets of air, light and fluffy. But that's what makes it taste good. The flaky, airiness." The analogy made more sense in his head, but it still stuck.

"You see, the good things in life are those little bits of butter. When they get baked into our memories, sometimes they fade and create feelings that stay with us. Life is fragile, but you'll always have me Adele, I promise you."