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`Taiyang has always wondered what exactly is going on in the head of his wife. Summer Rose.
He is not surprised by anything she does at this point, one day, she will sit by herself all day with a cup of hot coco in her hand, not doing anything at all, just looking out the window, looking like she is waiting for something, the deep red hair of hers, mixed with a few strands of gold. A faint smile on her face.
"..." A longing, a feeling of wanting that isn't about him. A laugh of joy not because of him. A cup of coffee sitting on the table that is always not his taste. a smile, a smile for another.
Summer Rose is a beautiful woman, with a feeling of holiness about her.
Taiyang always figured that despite anything, and everything, he will give his life for her, even though she might not do the same. even though this growing rose does not care for sunlight.
He loves her, one way or the other. She loves him too.
Then, another day, she would look over at him, with that same smile.
Blood of Grimms on her face, her hands covered in red and black, that pair of silver eyes containing nothing but pure glee and happiness, then turn into disappointment when the grimm starts to fade, turning into nothing but ashes.
She would always grab a handful of those ashes and smear it on his face when he least expects it, giggling to herself as if it's somehow the most funny thing in the world, nevermind the fact that her hand is messed up beyond belief, with bones poking out of her arms.
those hands that somehow always end up hurt despite those metal gloves of hers, like she decided that she needs to use her bare hands to crack open those bone masks. He saw her do that once before, back when they first met.`