The Unexpected Journey

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No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

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Chapter Fifty Nine


A/N: Mature section in this chapter. Beginning is marked with a *M* and end is marked with an *EM*.

When Harry woke up the next morning after the story that Alex’s former husband was still alive had gone crashing to the ground, it felt like he had slept for days. He had gotten no sleep for two days and so it wouldn’t have surprised him if he had made up for it after him and Alex had finally gone to bed the night before. But judging by the light coming through the curtains, it seemed like it was probably just late morning and a quick glance to the alarm clock on his bedside table confirmed that for him.

Alex’s side of the bed was empty, the covers thrown back haphazardly. Her robe was missing from its usual spot – thrown over the chair nearest to the bed – and with a chuckle Harry rolled from the bed, pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and left the room in search for her.

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