Ten Years Later
Diana looked over her newspaper one more time. In the distance, among all others, there were two faces that stood out to her, two faces that had become all too familiar to her over the last nine years.
She watched as the twins interacted with the world around them and with each other. She looked further behind them, looking at the sun setting behind the Eiffel Tower. Then she looked back at the twins, one posing in front of the other while the other pretended to take pictures of her with her makeshift finger camera, then switching places. They were as cheerful and happy as ever; it made everything so much harder.
She sighed; it was getting late, Diana knew it, she also knew she had been neglecting her duties for far too long, and it was only getting worse as the years
