The young woman was standing in the mall looking at all the dead bodies with tears in her eyes. They succeeded in stopping the Paris terrorist attack that was supposed to happen yesterday. They weren't expecting the second attack. They were supposed to celebrate Andre's birthday today. She was late, which was unusual for Alev Bernard.
Now Alev was standing there surrounded by the dead bodies of the people who in the last two years became her family. She never let herself get this close to people because from a young age she learned how much it hurt when they left her. Now she was in pain once again.
Andre never got to blow the candles on his cake.
Alexandre never got to propose to his girlfriend and have a big wedding as he dreamed of.
Charles was planning to go and tell his wife he loves her after this was all over.
Emilien never got home to his newborn son.
Manon was pregnant, she was expecting a girl who she never got to meet.
She slowly sat next to Andre's body and looked at him one last time. From everyone in her team, she was closest with the little troublemaker. He was like a little brother to her.
Je te déteste*- she whispered with tears in her eyes. That was her way of saying I love you and if Andre was alive he would've given her his famous smile. But she never got to see his smile again
*I hate you
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Promises, Guns, and French Kisses
Fanfiction" I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we've suffered enough."
