A/N: Kinda six sense-ish but hope you enjoy anyway.
Admin note: Please have the biggest box of tissues ready for this one. Beautiful writing but you have been warned!
It was March 18th 2012 and it was a beautiful, sunny day, the sound of little footsteps running up the hall could be heard.
“Mummy, Mummy!! Look what I made!” cried little Ewan, as he ran up to his mother.
Gwyneth was at the window a distant look in her eyes, she quietly watched life go by, “Mummy ?” said Ewan, tugging on her skirt.
This is one of the best fics I’ve ever read but… GET THE DAMN TISSUES READY OK *cries*