Emma walked through the graveyard, watching all the names carved into the stones go past her. Her hands in her pockets as she dug her nose into the large scarf wrapped around her neck. She walked into the clearing and up a small hill to a large, old, dead oak tree. She walked around the tree and looked down at the stones, there names perfectly carved into the two stones.

She hadn't seen them since she met Dustin. She forgot to visit because she was having fun with him. A cold breeze pierced her skin and she pulled her head further into her scarf. she gasped upon feeling someone hold her hand. She whipped her head to the side and saw Dustin, looking down onto the graves the shot her a small smile, then back down at the graves. "Why don't you come here?"

"I do but when we became friends I kinda, forgot to visit." Emma bit her lip and they fell into a comfortable silence, growing to be screams in both of their minds.

"What do you do here?" He asked, his voice as soft as a cloud.

"I just stare at them, sometimes talk. I bring flowers everyone once and a while but when I come back they're either dead or were moved to someone else's grave." Emma sighed deeply, clinging her hand to his.

"Why would they move the flowers?"

"Because they're murderers and people think they don't deserve anything," Emma sighed and bit her lip. She never cried in front of the graves. It was like they were watching her. "I usually come here alone."

"Why?" Dustin turned his head to her while she kept her gaze down.

"Because Tikki and Plagg despise them, Louis wants to break their gravestones and Hugo always cries," Emma turned away from the graves and walked down the hill and out of the clearing. Dustin followed and walked with her back into Paris. "I chose that spot, on the hill."

"Why?"

"In a video I saw, they were smiling and happy on a hill and then my Mom told my Dad she was pregnant with me. It always makes me feel happy when he kisses all over her face. I'm the only one who really knows where it is, everyone else always have to follow me and I always make it a long trail that's hard to remember." Dustin nodded as they rounded a corner and walked into the bakery.

"Well," Dustin hung up his coat and Emma hung up hers. "I still think it's adorable that you visit them," he kissed her nose. "Now I need to get to work."

"And I want a coffee," Emma smiled. Dustin rolled his eyes and she payed, him giving her her coffee. She sat at a small chair behind the register and drank her coffee delightfully. She watched as Dustin took orders and gave people their money silently, no words uttering from his mouth. "Why don't you talk?" He shrugged his shoulders. Marin walked into the bakery, Alix with her arm slung around his shoulder with a new shiny wedding ring placed on her finger. Emma gasped and ran to them. "It's so pretty! What happened to the first one?" Emma held Alixs hand in hers, studying the cut of the large gem.

"She lost it rollerskating," Marin glared at her while she nervously laughed. "We should get baking. Wanna help?" Emma shook her head and sat back down in the seat as Dustin continued his orders in silence. After Dustin finished work the two walked in silence, the cold winter air piercing their skin as they walked back to the large house. Dustin held Emmas cold hand and she looked at him.

"Everything will be alright Ems. Even if they're dead." He brought her hand up to his lips and gently kissed it. Emma nodded, squeezing his hand as they walked back to the house, the warm air inside the house moving through their skin and warming them up as they entered, Dustin gently kissing her cheek as she took off her coat.

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