"You were gone!" She protested weakly. Maggie refused to think of the countless days she spent waiting for a sign from him. A letter in the mail. A knock at her door. How unfair it was that the sign came only a few weeks too late. "You stopped writing to me, too distracted with your job. And I don't blame you for it, it was what you had to do." Having never had a job herself, Maggie didn't quite understand the intricacies of office politics, but she certainly knew the singular focus it took to thrive. It was how she managed to survive her final three years at school.

She sighed deeply. Maggie couldn't wish for an alternate reality, for then her children wouldn't exist. Her and Percy's children would stand in the place of Oliver and Sebastian. Whatever mistakes they made, Maggie couldn't admit to wishing to change it all. "I ...we did the best we could with the knowledge we had. I only ever wanted the best for you, whatever that meant." The past was what it was, they couldn't alter it now. All they had left were the years ahead of them.

She stepped towards him once more, only realizing afterwards that they were well within arms reach of one another. "I still only want the best for you ..I only hope that your best somehow includes me, too."