Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail couldn't help but chuckle.

After several turns, it was finally her chance.

"Well, it seems luck's on my side tonight. Only now it's my turn," she said with a smile and tossed an even number. Luck, as they say, could be a mixed bag.

"What's your choice of song?" Sean wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Mary Grows Old," she replied.

Sean paused, a moment of contemplation passing over him.

It happened to be his favorite track from their cherished collection of records.

Despite three years of marriage, he had never revealed to her his fondness for this particular song.

"Why do you choose this one?" he asked, his smile curious.

"The day you brought that record home, I noticed you listening to it once and then carefully stashing it away. I figured it had to be your favorite since you never played any of the other tracks," she explained. Sean looked at her in silence for a moment, then gently kissed her cheek. "You've known all along what I liked and never said a word. That's something special."

It wasn't that she could endure it. At that moment, she felt like he didn't fancy her, so she kept quiet.

"Can you sing?" She threw the question at him, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Sean took the microphone and smiled gently. "Of course I can."

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They were like aged wine, emitting a subtle yet rich aroma.

Sean gripped the microphone and sang with sincerity. His voice was soft, and

came time for

commenting, "On such a joyous

not like you're unhappy after

with my girlfriend!" Alfie's envy was clear. Why were

out among his friends, doesn't he?

He sang a

progressed, Abigail had a bit to drink and climbed into the car

his neck and gently asked, "When you were younger, why did you like this song? I meant to ask you back

parents' love song. I don't know all the details, but I've always been fond of it," Sean said, a touch of nostalgia evident in

away too soon, and this song became a precious connection

and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that's

feels like keeping their

she know that whenever he sang this song,

sentiment softened his

she liked it and had even secretly

him, her silence conveying volumes of

Their connection was undeniable.

the hospital, Abigail carefully tucked the blanket around Sean, and a hint of concern creased her brow. "Was there something that happened that shouldn't have

softly, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "I'm not that fragile," he reassured her. His vulnerability was merely a facade to outsmart his

before shaking

come clean with you now?" Sean couldn't resist

can't always be here at the hospital, If you need anything, just give me a call. Don't hesitate just

back to work?" Sean glanced at the time. It was already eight

her habit of burning