There will always be more leaves. More leaves, more fragrant flowers struggling to survive without the sun's kiss, more stories of life in the light and the laughter of children. There will always be more and yet Laurent doesn't tire of it. He never tires of the gifts and the daylight world woven in his beloved's voice. How could he when Elyas is his everything?
A quiet huff of laughter answers the fox's words. As if there won't be more leaves tomorrow, next week, next autumn, a decade, a century, a millennium from now. As if Laurent's metaphorical breath won't be taken away with each new leaf. But this one, this is the leaf he will keep forever.
"This one reminds me of you. So bright and vibrant."
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A quiet huff of laughter answers the fox's words. As if there won't be more leaves tomorrow, next week, next autumn, a decade, a century, a millennium from now. As if Laurent's metaphorical breath won't be taken away with each new leaf. But this one, this is the leaf he will keep forever.
"This one reminds me of you. So bright and vibrant."