“She looks…so much happier, way more than in the past months.”
And so, he sat in the velvet seat among the audience, observing her every move. No, he wasn’t stalking her - she was the one who handed the tickets to him in person two weeks ago. The distance that now separated them was only that of the three rows of violinists, and but of course, the fine young man whose shoulders she would now lean on. All the holiday trips they have made together, from lazing on the beach to trekking through the mountains in winter, were but memories, flushed away by the waves of pain.
What he would give, just to be able to prepare breakfast for her, again.
