The world is quiet here.

The world is quiet here

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Their shallow breathing and the constant noise of the crickets are the only sound in the forest.

"do you love me?"
he pretends not to hear her.
and she pretends she didn't care when he didn't answer.

He plays with her hair on his lap,
She plays with the wedding ring on her finger.

"do you believe me?"
she shook her head.
"i trust you."
his heart shook.

Esmé shivers as the cool breeze passed by.
"Are you cold?" He asked.
She nods.
She sit up straight and took the jacket he offered and draped it around her frail body.

"were you jealous?"
he asks so soft she felt in ease.
"a little."
and he hugs her tight.

Olaf sighs, "I-"
"No."
"Okay."
And the two gazed upon the stars.

she storms off after she saw them dancing together with the troupe laughing.
she waits for him for 1-3-5-7 hours.
he was passed out next to a woman.
her heart passed out.

Olaf traces random patterns on her hand.
"What happened to us?"
Her voice was so small that he nearly didn't heard her.
"I'm sorry."

"i saw you and jerome earlier."
"and?"
"what happened?"
there was a pregnant pause.
"marriage is in."
they both know it's a lie.

"There's a dying star." Esmé stated, pointing her long fingernail at it.
"Let's make a dying wish."
And they both wished to be happy.

"is it mine?"
he only have to hug her for a moment when he figured out.
"she's mine."
"okay."

"You glow." Olaf said.
"I know." Esmé said.
"It rhymes." He took her hand.
She nods. "At times."
And they fell silent.

"happy birthday!" he surprises her with a cake.
she looks at the cake, then him, the cake, then him.
"how did you know?" she kicks her shoes.
"you grow." was his cheeky reply.

"How far along are you?" He asked softly.
"Four months." And she placed her hand in front of her bump.
"Can I?" He reluctantly asked.
For several moments, she finally answered.
"She needs her father.

anger suits him better, not upsetness.
"you're not supposed to be smoking!"
esmé blew a puff of smoke, "why?"
"because!" he threw his hands to the air, "because you have allergies!"
it's true, but it's a lie.
they both knew she only smokes when she's depressed.

Esmé curled up in her oversized in sweater with his jacket draping on her.
Olaf gestured her to come near him.
"You need sleep." He kissed the top of her head.
"I do." Her head fell on his shoulder. "But where?"
He made the makeshift bed more comfortable, if it's possible.
"I can be your pillow. My jacket can be a sort of blanket." And so she lie down.
"You're warm." She said in a yawn. "And it's nice."
"That I am." He watches as her chest go up and down until it became steady that indicates him she's now asleep.
Olaf watches her for a couple more minutes. "I'm sorry."
He kissed her forehead. "I love you."
His tears fell to her cheeks.
He gaze upon the bump where their unborn child is located.
"The world is quiet here."
And it is, as Count Olaf stood up and kissed Esmé and her stomach for the last time this week.
Count Olaf contacted the Baudelaires, who unexpectedly became Esmé Squalor's children once again, and waited until he heard the familiar sound of Violet's self-invented car at the entering of the forest.
"Goodbye my love, and my child. We'll always find each other." And he turned to the shadows and disappeared.

"esmé my love." olaf started, as esmé squalor's beautiful bare form tightened its grip on him.
"don't." she whispered for a thousands time. "please don't leave us."
"we'll always find each other." he kissed where their unborn child is.
"because family always find each other." esmé snuggled closely to his chest.
"no matter what." and the two shared a passionate kiss.
their hearts beat together, steady and firmly, as they finished their sayings:
"for the world is quiet here."