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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 24, 2017 18:39:06 GMT 1
24th of April 2017
It seems almost felt like an eternity, as they walked through the unusually quiet streets of Boston within the dead of night. Finally they reached Will’s home. Analytical looked up and saw Emma, who was anxiously waiting at the doorstep.
“There she is. Well, time for me to take my leave. I’m pretty sure the two of you have a lot to talk about. Take care, Will.” Analytical remarked.
Will nodded back at him, “Of course. You take of yourself too, Percival.”
After they parted ways, Will immediately climbed the front porch and embraced his wife.
“William,” Emma called out.
“Sssh. It’s okay my dear. I’m home now,” Will comforted her.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 24, 2017 18:40:32 GMT 1
25th of April 2017
Emma slowly let go him, before examining the bruises on his face, “Oh god! What happened?”
Will shook his head. “It’s nothing. Come, I want to discuss the matters about the creation of life privately.”
“Oh William, you haven’t changed one bit,” Emma remarked, her face is brighten with joy.
She held his hand and lead him through the house, all the way to the bedroom. After she helped him to disrobe his everyday outfit, Emma hopped onto the bed and waited for him to join with her. Will gave her a gentle smile. Before he climb into bed, he leaned over to the bedstand and blew gently at the candle, extinguishing the fire. He then gave himself into his wife’s embrace, sharing their special moment together.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Apr 26, 2017 10:08:14 GMT 1
26th of April 2017
A few years has passed. The war is coming to a close and Will is already preparing himself for his first lecture at a rented place downtown, while they waited for the completion of the construction of MIT at Back Bay.
Analytical was carrying a box of instruments, as he walked beside Will through the dusty hallways.
“I wish I had your optimism, Will,” Analytical remarked.
Will gave out a small chuckle, “The trick is to remember that people with good character exist. It might sound simple to you, but it’s very easy to forget in times like this.”
“You’re probably right about that.”
Will open the door and he was greeted by his first students, who were waiting for him.
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