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I - Independent

C - Caring

T - Tough

O - Observant

R - Resilient

I - Intuitive

A - Aggressive

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*Sparta falls through the doorway of their old home shivering and covered in blood* "Charlie-"

It had been too long. Yet every Charlie remembered the last day he saw his wife, he felt the same amount of pain. Even though he assured everyone around him he was moving on, he still hoped that one day he might see her again. Their old home, exactly like it was when they were together, was now by the beach. Everyday when he woke up he looked at the ocean while drinking his morning coffee, because that’s were she was.

He had left the bakery not so long after she had left and he began working at the hospital. He was no longer friends with Vick. She only spoke to him when it was necessary and didn’t welcome him in her home. If it wasn’t for Joseph, he would have never seen the girls again. He made sure that Charlie was in their lives, even though Vick disagreed, but she couldn’t do much about the fact that the girls simply loved Uncle Charlie.

Giselle was now twenty two. She was a nurse and they worked together. Alina was twenty and chose to stay in the bakery with her mother. Vick’s heart had softened through the years and it seemed that she was immortal too, because she didn’t seem to age at all.

The mug he was holing that morning, crashed into pieces as it landed on the kitchen floor. The name rolled in his tongue uneasily as his mind refused to believe his eyes. ‘Sparta-’ He mumbled at first, falling to his knees, he held the body of his beloved wife with shaky arms. ‘Sparta!’