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TW: Death, fluff, sweet and cheesy
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Tewkesbury had always loved you. You were the it girl of the 19th century. At least to him. He was the only friend you had. Every day you spent together, his love grew for you, and yours for him.
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Age: 8
"My mum says that when I grow up, I'm to go to finishing school and become a lady." You said proudly, sitting down against a tree.
"Will I go to finishing school with you?" Tewkesbury asked as he climbed down from the tree, patting dirt off his knees for he knew if he were to walk into the house with dirty clothes he was going to get into some trouble.
"It's only for young ladies, Tewkesbury. Are you a lady?"
"I could be-"
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Age: 12
"I fancy this flower, what is it called?" You asked, looking up at the boy. He chuckled, thinking how it was a silly question. He thought you were joking with him because it was a common flower.
"It's a dahlia," He whispered to you. You smiled.
"Dahlia. I like that name. It matches the flower."
"It reminds me of you." He muttered, too low for your hearing.
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Age: 15
"Well you look down." You chuckled, turning your head and sneezing into your arm.
"You've grown quite sick, Dahlia." Tewkesbury said, using the nickname that had grown on you in the past years.
"Mother says it is soon to pass. Make sure you don't come closer though. I don't want you to get malaria too." You told him, your smile fading a bit. "I love you, you know that right?"
"(Y/n), I love you more than you can imagine." He muttered, a tear falling from his face as he wiped it away. "I must go."
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Age: 16
"Happy birthday, love." Tewkesbury said as he entered the room.
"Come here." You instructed. He walked over to you, taking your weak and soft palm. "I don't have much longer. When I'm gone, you are to move onto someone who is much like me, she must be stronger than I, independent, mischievous, beautiful and intelligent."
"I don't want to move on. I've loved you since we were kids." He placed his head into your lap, you teared up as you heard his sobs. You placed your hand onto his head, combing through his thick brown locks.
"Look at me." You told him. He did. You slapped him, hard across his face. "You do as I tell you."
He kissed you before you both broke into tears. Staring at each other, whispering things to each other.
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Age: 18
Tewkesbury walked around the room, taking deep breaths. He stared at himself in the mirror. He practiced his vows again. "For you, my dahlia." He whispered as he placed the flower in the pocket of his suit.
"You are quite slow." Enola said, leaning against the door frame in her elegant, white gown.
