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He never imagined he'd be standing here, when the only constant for years had been the omnipresence of death. In this verdant field, backlit by an equally vibrant sky, those bleak thoughts are the last thing on his mind.

Kara speaks. Plans of bright, shiny futures disappear. He turns. She's gone.

Eyes open to a vivid sunrise. The mix of colors should’ve been beautiful. Instead, they remind him of what he wanted and would never have. He turns, eyes catching on flaxen hair. He releases the breath he didn't know he was holding.

This was their new beginning after all.