A Gabilla Love Story

Chapter 1

It was a stormy day in France, Gabrielle was staring at the rain as it fell down the window. He was softly crying. His wife, well now ex-wife, had left him again, probably for the mayor like the slutty cow that she was.

He sighed, would there ever be someone to love him again? He didn't think so. 

Alone.

Forever.

The thought made him burst into hysteric tears and he just couldn't seem to stop.

"Excuse me sir, it's time to pick Adrien up from school. Sir?" Suzanne, his assistant, called out from the hallway.

"Just go then!" Gabrielle snapped. He wasn't in the mood to go pick up his son from a common school. 

"O-okay. I'll be off then." Suzanne replied, nervously.

"Yes. Leave!" Gabrielle yelled. And with that, Suzanne left. Gabrielle wrapped his arms around his legs and started to rock back and forth, unable to take the emotional toll of his broken heart.

He sat there crying for what felt like hours before he heard someone enter the room. He furiously wiped his eyes and prepared himself to yell at whoever dared interrupt him, but before he could, a strong pair of arms smothered him in a tight hug. He felt oddly comforted by this kind stranger, it felt so right - more right than any hug he had shared with his slutty ex-wife.

"Thank you." Gabrielle whispered softly. 

He received a soft grunt in response.

Wait a second!

He recognised that grunt - he would recognise that grunt anywhere!

But, no! It couldn't be!

Could it?