  Forever
      One Year Later
      Rosie and Anthony walked down the bustling busy street, hand in hand. The grey clouds filled the sky, the light sound of thundering notifying them that it would rain soon.
      Anthony smiled down at her. &quot;Maybe I should have stopped at the Louvre or at least the Eiffel Tower last time I was here. Instead, I ran away like a lost puppy.&quot;
      Rosie cocked her head to the side, humming. &quot;a lost puppy would be wandering, not running away. More like a... crab.&quot;
      Anthony laughed. &quot;A crab?&quot;
      Rosie shrugged, leaning into his side. &quot;A crab would run away if you scared it, right? Or do crabs attack. I don't know.&quot;
      Anthony kissed the top of her head. The two of them stopped when they reached an art gallery. &quot;Here we are.&quot;
      Rosie sighed dreamily as she stared up at the building. &quot;My ar

  Schemed Evening
      &quot;This is such a ridiculously terrible idea. He's not even going to show up.&quot; Rosie paced back and fourth in Aatalo's loft, shaking her head frantically.
      Aatalo walked to stand in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders to stop her. &quot;Rosie, my dear, look at me. Take a deep breath.&quot;
      Rosie listened, staring at him intently as she inhaled deeply.
      Aatalo nodded slowly. &quot;You have to exhale too.&quot;
      Rosie exhaled. &quot;Right.&quot;
      &quot;Tonight is your first exhibition back home. You're going to win over the cities heart the same way you won over Paris.&quot;
      Rosie wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. &quot;I created a whole new set of paintings in a week. They're not even good.&quot;
      Aatalo sighed, smiling faintly. &quot;They are perfect.&quot;
      Rosie heaved out a heavy breath, walking 

Forever
      One Year Later
      Rosie and Anthony walked down the bustling busy street, hand in hand. The grey clouds filled the sky, the light sound of thundering notifying them that it would rain soon.
      Anthony smiled down at her. &quot;Maybe I should have stopped at the Louvre or at least the Eiffel Tower last time I was here. Instead, I ran away like a lost puppy.&quot;
      Rosie cocked her head to the side, humming. &quot;a lost puppy would be wandering, not running away. More like a... crab.&quot;
      Anthony laughed. &quot;A crab?&quot;
      Rosie shrugged, leaning into his side. &quot;A crab would run away if you scared it, right? Or do crabs attack. I don't know.&quot;
      Anthony kissed the top of her head. The two of them stopped when they reached an art gallery. &quot;Here we are.&quot;
      Rosie sighed dreamily as she stared up at the building. &quot;My art is already in there. Tomorrow night, it will be up on the walls for everyone to see.&quot;


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