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That had been four years ago. An agonising moment, an unbearable split. But on hindsight now, one of the most courageous and commendable acts she had taken in those years.
What about regret? Sure, she had experienced a few - no, more than a few - bouts of that. But at the end of the day... regret is not something one cannot live with. The years had taught her that as she remained in seclusion, Isabeau keeping her company until the last few months. And regret is a far better condition than humiliation. All these flowed through her mind, as she continued on her regular strolls along the graveyard.
Perhaps one day, she might find a reason to leave this paradise. But not now certainly, and not in the near future...
OOC: Mistral is henceforth out of the picture in this story, until such time when I find inspiration/justifications for bringing her back.
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