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It’s the perfect sunny day, and Ica sits on the stage of the Flower Garden park, drawing a fox and a hound playing together. Their loving friendship pasted all over the furry faces. As she puts the finishing touches on it, she hears someone call her name. The voice is familiar to her. She hears it again.

”Ica.”

When she looks up, her hazel eyes widen and immediately fill with tears, but they aren’t tears of sadness, they are tears of joy. Though he was older when she met him, there was no mistaking it. This was her beloved husband, Claude Frollo. She had been so sad when he passed, lonely and heartbroken, but she knew that one day, Jehovah would resurrect him, which brought her comfort. And now that day has come. She admiredhim. His body is young and vibrant again and she can’t hold back any longer.

”Claude!” She yelled as she dashes off the stage. He holds out his arms and she plows into him.

He picks her up and spins her around, making her laugh. When he put her down, he kissed her long and tenderly. She leaned into him, enjoying his affection. The affection that she had missed for so long. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. It was no longer gray and thin, but lush and dark brown. He sighed as her fingers gently ran along his scalp.

When they broke apart, they kept their forehead’s rest against each other. Then Ica looked up into the young, handsome face of her husband. “You know, you were right. I love this thick hair of yours. It’s even more fun to run my fingers through.” She examined his face with her hands, then felt every part of his body. “Hmm and you still are as handsome as ever…well more handsome. Only thing, I can’t call you my wily old man anymore.” She chuckled. She put her knuckle to her chin pondering a new nick name for him. “What about my wily charming man.”

Claude chuckled and pulled her closer to him. “Okay crazy girl.” He whispered. “No matter what you call me, I know I’m yours forever. I love you.” He leaned in and kissed her again, happy to have his wife, back in his arms.

Description
It’s the perfect sunny day, and Ica sits on the stage of the Flower Garden park, drawing a fox and a hound playing together. Their loving friendship pasted all over the furry faces. As she puts the finishing touches on it, she hears someone call her name. The voice is familiar to her. She hears it again.

”Ica.”

When she looks up, her hazel eyes widen and immediately fill with tears, but they aren’t tears of sadness, they are tears of joy. Though he was older when she met him, there was no mistaking it. This was her beloved husband, Claude Frollo. She had been so sad when he passed, lonely and heartbroken, but she knew that one day, Jehovah would resurrect him, which brought her comfort. And now that day has come. She admiredhim. His body is young and vibrant again and she can’t hold back any longer.

”Claude!” She yelled as she dashes off the stage. He holds out his arms and she plows into him.

He picks her up and spins her around, making her laugh. When he put her down, he kissed her long and tenderly. She leaned into him, enjoying his affection. The affection that she had missed for so long. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. It was no longer gray and thin, but lush and dark brown. He sighed as her fingers gently ran along his scalp.

When they broke apart, they kept their forehead’s rest against each other. Then Ica looked up into the young, handsome face of her husband. “You know, you were right. I love this thick hair of yours. It’s even more fun to run my fingers through.” She examined his face with her hands, then felt every part of his body. “Hmm and you still are as handsome as ever…well more handsome. Only thing, I can’t call you my wily old man anymore.” She chuckled. She put her knuckle to her chin pondering a new nick name for him. “What about my wily charming man.”

Claude chuckled and pulled her closer to him. “Okay crazy girl.” He whispered. “No matter what you call me, I know I’m yours forever. I love you.” He leaned in and kissed her again, happy to have his wife, back in his arms.