I asked you. You said you were doing fine. You smiled at me and laughed. I watched you tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, with that big smile still on your face. You took your mug from the table and wrapped your hands around them. I watched you took a sip, closed your eyes for a few moments as if savoring the taste of your cappuccino. You asked me how I was, told me you missed me and said how happy you were that we had a chance to talk.
He can’t help but smile as he watched his wife’s sleeping form on the bed they had shared for fifty years now. She was his angel, his shining star in the dark night. Katherine was his world and he loved her more than life itself.
There was a rumble from up above. It was loud and ominous and strong and bold. It was like a lion hunting its prey. The wind blew, bringing with it the chill of a December night. She shivered and pulled her jacket closer to her body. She tucked in a piece of hair behind her ear, leaving the rest cascading down her back, wild and scattered like a black fire.