Everything will be fine.

It was a gloomy night. She walked down a dark alley. The light from the streetlamps made her black eyes even more mysterious. It was quiet. Only occasionally would a tree rustle and a leaf fall. She wasn't afraid, she was just crying. It was good that no one was around. Just her and her thoughts. Her family. They had all perished. The thought was killing her, consuming her from within, driving in millions of sharp shards.

She walked. She walked to meet him. She knew he was alone today. Alone, beloved, dear, the only one. She wanted to give herself to him. She wanted to give herself and die. A wind blew, as if carrying away all thoughts. She raised her eyes. It was him standing there. He didn't rush to hug her, he just

stood.

 — I know. It's hard. But we're together. You and me. We'll overcome everything. — a quiet, somber voice. He gave her an approving smile. He loved her.

She came closer, hugged him, looked into his eyes. She didn't want to cry anymore, she wanted to lose herself.

 — I'm ready.

 — For what?

 — I want to be yours.

He was silent. He took her hand and they headed towards his house. He was silent, thinking. Trying to understand. And suddenly he understood. He was horrified by his own thought. What to do? He wants to. Yes, undoubtedly. But... no, he won't let her do that. He wants to be with her. He is ready.

Soon they were home. He sent her to take a shower while he started setting the table. He took out a bottle of cognac, into which he slipped a sleeping pill, and got some vodka for himself. She came out. He saw her beautiful naked body, but mentally told himself he must not give in, it would end badly. He hugged her and asked.

 — Sunshine, aren't you cold?

 — No — she blurted out hotly.

 — Let's go. — he took her by the arm and led her to the bed. Which he had made for her before leaving the house. He tucked her in. Within about five minutes, he saw this young creature, wrapped in a blanket, snoring cutely.

He lay down next to her. Gently stroking her head, he soon, after some contemplation, also fell asleep.

She woke from gentle touches. Opening her eyes, she saw his kind smile. For a second she tried to remember everything and realized she didn't remember anything after the first glass. Sadness washed over her. Had they already done it?

 — And why are you sad? Come on, chin up and a wider smile. I brought you breakfast.

She turned and saw a tray with coffee and warm croissants. A smile lit up her face. How tender.

 — Did we... have it?

 — Have what? — her prince asked with a sly smile.

 — Well, that. — she fidgeted somehow.

 — Oh, you mean sex? No, of course not, my girl. First, you and I are going somewhere.

 — Where?

 — Just tell you everything like that? Eh, no, you'll see for yourself. Eat up and let's go. — she started eating with great appetite. He dressed her and they went. They came to the registry office.

 — Here you go, my love. And don't you dare say a thing. From now on, we will always be together. — he took her hand more firmly and they signed. Afterwards, they went to a cafe to celebrate the event. She had already been distracted from her grief, sitting there giggling. And he was just touched, what a wonderful wife he had. Then they walked around the city. He told her many interesting things. And then night fell. They both understood what would happen now. A slight tremor came over them. They were mostly silent now.

Here they were in the house. He lit candles. Started undressing her. Discovering this tender, innocent creature for himself. She was beautiful. He was ready to do anything for her. He gently touched her breast, like a wild rose petal. The sensation was divine. His other hand slid lower...

Slowly, carefully, he began to stroke that most wonderful bud. She started to moan.

 — Do you trust me?

 — Yes.

 — You're not afraid?

 — A little.

 — Don't be. I will be very gentle. Believe me.

He laid her on the bed. Spread her legs. She tensed a little. He kissed her clitoris. She moaned, almost came. She had always dreamed of this. How did he know? Thoughts swirled in her head. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and ran it from her clitoris to her hole. She moaned even louder. After that, he simply lavished her with pleasure. He stopped because he felt his beloved trembling all over... decided to make a few more movements, she cried out and went quiet. A slight tremor still ran through her body. He quickly lay on top of her. Looked into her eyes. Holding her tighter, he began to enter. He watched her reaction carefully. Felt her opening slowly under his pressure; when the head of his penis was already in, he made a decisive thrust and felt her hymen tear. His beloved cried out. He froze. Saw tears.

 — It's over, my little one. It's all good. Don't cry, I love you! Shh now.

 — I feel you. You're inside. In me. It's so unusual.

He hugged her even tighter and began thrusting. Feeling her respond to them with moans. It was a bit painful, he could see it on her face. And he decided not to torment her any longer. He slid down between her legs and began caressing her again, gently fingering her. She came, very intensely. A smile lit up her face.

 — Bunny, what about you? — she looked at his still-erect member and so wanted to caress it. Which she did. She caressed it very passionately and gently, so that he came very quickly.

And here they lay, looking into each other's eyes.

 — My love, promise me you will always be with me. You will bear me a daughter. And in our old age, we will still walk holding hands.

 — I promise. — they laughed with happiness.