Word count: 326 | Completed: Yes | Style: Introspective | Fandom: Chocolat

Everything is so different. Just a year ago everything was so tranquil, so riotous and easy to understand. I had honestly believed our little village to be impervious to the impurities and corruption of the greater evil. Indeed, I had honestly believed in impurities and corruptions. But now, as I look out across the smiling people under my charge, I’m not entirely sure what the greater evil was. Was I wrong to hold to my principles and try to undermine the Chocolaterie, blind to the good it caused? Have I simply been corrupted, blind to the harm it is causing? It’s all so confusing. Too confusing.

Josaphine is so different now, no longer the nervous thief peering up at me from beneath her untidy hair as she shuffles into church. She smiles at me, proudly proffering a tray of chocolates. She still bows her head, but it seems to be out of respect rather than fear.
“Would you like – “ she begins. A group of children chasing a dog rush past, almost knocking her off her feet, tipping the tray dangerously. I smile politely, reaching out and steadying the tray so that none of its sweet content fall and are spoiled on the dirty cobblestones. A sudden gust blows in from the north, flapping the canvas on the stalls around us, ruffling peoples hair and plucking hats from heads. I catch a glimpse of Josaphine’s forhead as he hair dances in the breeze. Her bruise has almost healed, a mere shadow on her forehead. I look at her hopeful smile as she once again offers me a chocolate, and hope that her inner wounds have healed as readily as her more visible ones.

I’m merely a man, trying my best to look after my town, and right now my town is happy, celebrating as they have never done. What else is there to do but sample a delightful mouthful of chocolate and hope for the best?

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