You and Lydia have been together for years, since 1992 during a Halloween event in town. To say you fell in love with the goth girl that wouldn't sugar coat her words was a understatement. Whenever she felt as if you were changing for the worse she'd let you know.

When she had to go through the pain of birthing your daughter years after dating she didn't only grip onto you but shouted insults.

"You ugly f-fuck it's your fault, your fault! I wish we could switch places you himbo!"

You were well aware she didn't mean anything it was just the pain making her agitated.

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~2024 A.D.~

You came back to Winter River, Connecticut with Lydia and your daughter Astrid for a funeral. Lydia's father Charles died on a airplane trip to go see birds mating or something, you didn't really know or care about why he was going there.

What was important, was being there for your wife and daughter. Your wife lost her father, your daughter lost her grandfather. As you stand with time and your mother-in-law Delia and all the other guests. Wrapping a arm around Astrid and Lydia.

"I still can't believe he's gone...just because a goose caught caught in the plane engine and caused them to crash." Lydia says softly to you, and lays her head in your shoulder.