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If I had told anyone this is a true story, they would have laughed and said it was nothing but a fairytale. But it's true. Every word of it.

This is the story of my father who fell in love with my mother.

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"Crap! I'm going to be late!" 20 year old Arthur Kirkland shouted when he woke up one early spring morning.

He jumped out of bed and guickly started the shower. After he was done he started to get ready. He dresed in a forest green vest with a white long sleeved buttoned shirt underneath it. With it were dark brown pants and black shoes. Once he was done, Arthur grabs his bag and runs off after locking his apartment.

He runs off to the train station.

Dad was a college student somewhere in the city where he was learning to become a accountant like grandfather. He worked part time at a small book store just in another part of town. He worked there so he can pay off living expenses while collage was being payed by scholarships.

Arthur runs out the train once it reached his destination and he runs to school. When he finally makes it, the bell rang signaling that class has already begun. Arthur curses but continues to run.

Five minutes have passed and Arthur finally made to class. After a bit of scolding from the teacher Arthur sat on his seat and the teacher began her lesson.

Three hours pass and school was over for Arthur. After he gathered his books and notes, he left for work.

"Hey Arthur, we got a couple of books that just arrived and we need to stack them before closing time. Mind stacking them for me?" one of Arthurs coworkers asked Arthur who was behind the counter.

Arthur nods. "Sure. I'll get on it."

"Thanks."

Arthur walks to the box of delivered books. He kneels down and opens the lid. He takes the books out and starts stacking them where they should be.

The book store Arthur worked was something you would see in the eighteen hundreds of old England. Everything to the door to the selves was built with wood. On the ceiling were lights that gave the place a mysterious vibe. It always welcomed you with a scent of coffee or hot chocolate despite the fact the nearest coffee shop being two blocks away.

The bookstore was so far the only place to sell first edition novels to bestsellers. By far this was the only place Arthur worked that wasn't filled with disrespecting customers or a rude manager. The place had a few customers come and go and the manager happens to be the great grandson of the stores owner and he was pretty cool for a man in his mid forties.

Arthur was just about done with the first pile of books when he heard someone humming very soft and quiet. Arthur stops in his tracks and peeks through the shelf. On the other side was a young woman who was properly around his age or a little older.

She had chestnut beautiful hair done in a bun with a few strands sticking out and curled very nicely. The women wore a light purple dress with a white sweater over it. She had brown flats on with a matching purse hanging around her.

The women was reading a book as she hummed to herself as she read. She smiles and continues to read, oblivous to Arthur watching her.

Arthur was amazed by her beauty. She was like a freshly bloomed rose in the spring. It was hard to imagine someone as beautiful as this woman in front of him was real.

The woman stops reading and she looks at Arthur. Arthur freezes. The women smiles kindly and waves to him with her eyes closed. He blushes a deep red and walks away but not before he trips on a pile of books that magically appeared out of nowhere. He hears the woman giggle from the other side.

Arthur embarrassingly continues to walk away and he hides behind the counter burying his face into his hands.

"Smooth Arthur." The manager jokes.

"Shut up."

Two days later, Arthur was in class taking notes as he listened to the professors lecture. As he did, he suddenly thought of the woman in the bookstore. After he humiliated himself that day, he decided to apologize to her once he had the courage to do so but before he could, se disappeared as she was never there.

Since that day, Arthur has not stopped thinking about her. It was simply impossible to forget someone that beautiful. Arthur chuckles to himself. 'Look at me, head over heels over a woman I don't know nothing about. I'm acting like a child thinking about her all the time. It's best if I forgot about her anyways. She probably thinks I'm pervert staring at her. Besides, it's not you'll ever see her again.'

Then to his amazement and shock, the woman from the bookstore was there in the same room he was in just three rows down on the left by the windows.

Arthur blinks in surprise. He rubs his eyes hoping that this wasn't some kind of joke his mind was playing on him. But sure enough it was true.

Dad couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the woman he had met at the bookstore that early spring afternoon. He said that when he saw her there he thought he had stopped breathing. He sat there motionless, afraid that if he moved or even blinked, she would disappear.

Class ended and everyone got up from their seats and began to leave one by one. Arthur picked up his binder and looks at the seat the woman was at. She wasn't there.

Arthur looks around the room and hears the back door open. He looks at that direction and see's her walk out. He didn't hesitate to follow her.

Arthur runs out the doors and looks both ways. He spots her walking to the right to downstairs. Arthur runs to that direction.

Standing on the steps, Arthur stops her. "Hey you!"

The girl stops walking and looks at him. Her eyes widened in surprise but she smiles. "Oh, it is just you monsieur. I did not expect to see you here." Arthur almost groans. She was french. Perfect.

"What are you doing here?" He asks her. "I've never seen you around here before."

"What does my presence bother you?"

"No. I'm just wondering why you are here. Your not a student here are you?" he asks her.

She smiles. "Are you going to rat out on me if I say I wasn't?"

"It not my place to do so but the professor will find out and you'll definitely be in trouble." He tells her. She hums in response.

"Well I can't afford that to happen." She says to herself glancing at the floor. Loking at Arthur, the woman says, "Then I guess I have no choice but to stop going."

"What?" he whispers.

"Au raviour monsieur, it was nice to see you again." She waves goodbye and walks downstairs.

Without thinking Arthur runs after her. Outside the school building just before she was gone for good, Arthur stops her again. "Wait." he bends to his and tries to regain his breathing. She looks at him.

"Don't-" he pants. "Don't leave...yet...oh god..."

"Are you alright monsieur?" she asks concered. "Its...its Arthur and yes...I'm alright." he tells her between breaths. Once he regained his breathing, Arthur stands straight and says, "Its going to be tough learning everything without a textbook so here." He goes through his bag and takes out his textbook.

He hands her the book which she accepts. She questionably loks at him. "Study tonight and tomorrow you can return it to me once your done."

The women looks at the book then back to Arthur. She smiles. "I can't wait to see you till then monsieur Kirkland."

"Yes well take care of that book ms..."

"Bonnefy. Marianne Bonnefy."

AN: I've been wanting to do a Fruk version of Wolf Children ever since I saw the movie again last month. Now of course this won't follow the movie completely I will give it my own twist of course with a few changes.

So you all know the drill, comment, fav and/or follow if you want to read more and until next time!