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In the year since he’d last seen his wife, he’d gone from just being a regular militiaman to becoming President Monroe’s right-hand, to becoming President Monroe. It’s been a wild year, honestly, but he’s been feeling her absence next to him every day of it. That’s why, in his last letter to her, he’d invited her to Philadelphia, so that he didn’t have to go another day without her here.

Honestly, Leo missed Juli almost as much as he missed his mother, so abruptly taken away from him without giving him a chance to say goodbye. It was a wound that cut deep, and he knew that without the last living part of his family, he’d go crazy trying to run the Republic by himself. He’d watched it happen to his father, how bad he’d gotten over the last however many years since Miles defected.

So, for his own well-being, Leo is eagerly awaiting the arrival of his wife, so that he could be the first to greet her on her way into the city. It shouldn’t be a surprise, then, that he’s ditched his security detail to hop up into the driver’s seat of the carriage next to her as a surprise.

        a   tug   at   polyester   as   a   wrinkle   forms   between   brows,   ❝ i  feel   right.  ❞  tone  is   dead   serious   and   she   can’t   help   but   look   at   herself   in   the   mirror.   it   was   not   something   she   could   get   away   with   in   heaven,   but   now   that   the   Almighty    was   nowhere   to   be   found,   some   fun   was   in   order.  

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My dearest, Juliette,

It hasn’t even been a week and I already miss you. I miss the smell of your hair, and the feeling of kissing you. I miss watching our wedding rings shine in the moonlight, I miss staring at you instead of the stars, and I miss our balcony. 

Here’s hoping I’ll see you soon, my love.

Forever yours,

It was the inevitable. The inevitable funeral, the inevitable “sleep,” Juli’s death. Leo had known it was coming, but every day that he didn’t even think about it, because they were happy, because in his mind she was perfectly normal and perfectly safe and.

And he’s the one at the head of the casket, trying to keep a straight face and failing as he hefts it onto his shoulders like the love of his life isn’t in the box, about to be buried six feet underground, and their kids weren’t even alive to be here, either. Cause they’d never grown old together, and their daughter hadn’t lived long enough to be here and.

And he speaks at her funeral, recites a poem he’d spent hours the night before memorizing, his hands shaking, tears flowing down his face. 

The Republic witnessed their President crying that day, something they’d never seen him do, and loved him even more for it. No one but a monster could hear that the First Lady had passed away without crying. 

They didn’t see him later that night, though, in his own room, face buried in the pillow that still smelled like her, breaking down for the first time in his life.

His speech the next day rang out through the city, was published around the country - “I will fight to restore the power so that tragedies like this never happen again.”

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Nellis finds it very hard to love others and even animals. He has a belief that everybody he loves will leave him in the end. This fear is caused from his mother leaving him to be abused by his father when he was a young teen.

Another reason he finds it hard to fall in love is because of his homicidal and cannibalistic actions. He doesn’t trust others to keep it a secret and it’s such a  big part of his life that it’s hard to hide.