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THESIGNSWEREALWAYS there, right from the beginning.
The brutal truth of it all, the terrifying realizations she's made in the last forty-eight hours since her husband was finally elected President. It all came clear to her now. Like the full moon on a clear, cold night. In every timeline, in every song, in every version of their love... no matter the story, no matter how hard she tried shejustcouldn'tsavehim.
Her time for reconciliation is up, she knows that now. She's already accepted her harsh fate. It was in her head, in her soul, playing on repeat. A mantra she developed on the road toward damnation.
Death of love, in the name of duty.
Death of duty, in the name of love.
She had constructed quite an elaborate plan whilst they lay there that evening, consoling each other in their marital bed, sweating and panting from the days' prior exploits. She couldn't run. Not now.
Not after everything. She owed them all that at the very least.
Instead, she prepared dinner like normal, with all of her husband's favorite dishes. An assortment of a large Candied duck that she stuffed with a mixture of fresh herbs and spices, caramelized wild carrots picked, buttered snap peas, and mashed potatoes, served with a side of fresh spoon bread. And for dessert, she made a lavish Black forest cake to seal the deal.
Quickly putting the finishing touches on the frosted cake, she glanced up at the clock that sat above the dark hallway. 8 o'clock on the dot. She had to hurry. Dinners used to be a festive time for the family, as they viewed it in such high regard but now that extinction is on the horizon, so is tradition.
Just as she placed the last set of silverware on the table, she heard the jingle of keys being turned in the front door. It opened and after a minute, softly shut, signaling his arrival.
