Five children. Jane had given him five beautiful children, and now as midnight approached all five were nestled in their beds. Faustus loved them all, and he had even come to be able to look at his twin sons without his first thought being that they had taken his wife from him. As painful as it was to admit, he was beginning to get over the death of his beloved Jane.
Faustus had hours before retired to his study; work was done for the evening, but he had no desire to go out and join the rest of the town in the festivities celebrating the new year. Rather, he was staying home with a bottle of firewhiskey ... but it was mostly untouched. No, Faustus did not want to drink away his pain, nor go to Tessa's new brothel in order to forget himself a while. No, he just wanted to feel.
With a barely-touched glass of firewhiskey before him and watched it glint in the firelight. He loved Jane; he did not think that he would ever stop loving Jane. She had been his wife, his partner, the mother of his children. They had spent eight years together. Of course he loved her, and of course he missed her.
However, Faustus could not spend the rest of his life mourning her. Silently, Faustus stood up from his desk and went to stare at the fire. No, he had to move on ... and he resolved — as the clock chimed midnight on New Years — to keep moving forward with his life, and once he was out of mourning to find a new wife and a mother for his children. He had to move forward.
Faustus had hours before retired to his study; work was done for the evening, but he had no desire to go out and join the rest of the town in the festivities celebrating the new year. Rather, he was staying home with a bottle of firewhiskey ... but it was mostly untouched. No, Faustus did not want to drink away his pain, nor go to Tessa's new brothel in order to forget himself a while. No, he just wanted to feel.
With a barely-touched glass of firewhiskey before him and watched it glint in the firelight. He loved Jane; he did not think that he would ever stop loving Jane. She had been his wife, his partner, the mother of his children. They had spent eight years together. Of course he loved her, and of course he missed her.
However, Faustus could not spend the rest of his life mourning her. Silently, Faustus stood up from his desk and went to stare at the fire. No, he had to move on ... and he resolved — as the clock chimed midnight on New Years — to keep moving forward with his life, and once he was out of mourning to find a new wife and a mother for his children. He had to move forward.
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