Days were passing by, singing the songs of their love, of their connection. The fact they were nothing without each other was written in the skyline at that point.
Their fate was sewed together and nothing could steal this fact, their love was the proof of their unbreakable bond.
It was a holiday, Aurelia was lying on top of Alphonse's chest, tracing her fingers lovingly as his hands twirled around her locks.
“Aurelia…” He called her lovingly, taking her hand in his.
“Hmm?” She hummed, lifting her head to stare into his eyes.
“Do you know why this place is called Jude Mansion?” He asked in a voice a little louder than a whisper.
“Why?”
“This was my home.” He told her which earned a gasp of astonishment from her.
“Your family was this rich?” She asked in disbelief.
“No, silly.” He
