The leaves fell, the branches barren, and soon, sprouts grew, as warmth turned cold again, and the seasons changed.
Two years passed like a breeze, slowly, but surely.
"Careful," Elias instructed his wife, as he helped her step onto his shoes. She had been upset lately, mainly because Adelia and Elios had turned five this year, but mentally, they were as old as ten-year-olds.
Adeline loved to dance with Elias, even though her legs refused to move fluidly.
"Am I too heavy?" Adeline worriedly asked, earning a ripe laugh from Elias.
Elias spun her around, one arm on her waist, and the other holding her hand. Heavy? She was as light as the dust on his shoes. This was the only way they could ever dance, and she seemed to love it, a childlike wonder in her bright eyes.
"As heavy as a feather," Elias informed her, bringing her close, until they were a breath away.
