The weeks that followed were a test of their love. Antoine struggled with the memories of his past, with the guilt of moving on. He became withdrawn, distant. Amelia, feeling the strain, was careful not to push him. She continued to support him, offering her love and understanding.
She started spending more time at La Petite Lavande, helping Madame Dubois with the garden, learning about the healing properties of lavender. She found solace in the rhythm of the work, in the scent of the flowers, in the quiet solitude.
One day, while tending to the lavender, she received a letter from her former employer in London. They offered her a promotion, a chance to return to her old life. The letter was tempting, a reminder of the familiar comfort of her past.
She knew she had a decision to make. Could she stay in Provence, with Antoine, and build a new life? Or should she return to London, to the safety and security of her old world?
She talked to Madame Dubois about her dilemma. The older woman listened patiently, her eyes filled with wisdom.
"You must follow your heart, *ma chérie*," Madame Dubois said. "But remember, sometimes the greatest adventures are found in the most unexpected places."
Amelia realized that she had already embarked on an adventure. She had found love, a community, and a sense of belonging she had never known before.
She decided to stay.
She found Antoine in his studio, staring at a blank canvas. He looked lost, his eyes filled with pain.
"I… I don't know if I can do this, Amelia," he said, his voice cracking. "I can't forget her. I can't let go."
Amelia walked over to him and put her arms around him.
"I know it's hard, Antoine," she said softly. "But you don't have to forget her. You can honour her memory, and still find happiness again. I'm here for you. I'm here to help you heal."
She stayed by his side, supporting him through his grief. She encouraged him to talk about his past, to share his memories. She reminded him of the good times, of the love he had shared.
Slowly, gradually, he began to heal. He started to paint again, his canvases filled with new colours, new emotions. He started to see the beauty of the present, of the future.