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.

with sincerity. His voice

for harmony, she seamlessly chimed

"On such a joyous occasion, singing songs about time passing is

supposed to sing what we like, right? It's not like you're unhappy

girlfriend!" Alfie's envy was clear. Why were they so sweet even when singing a song? It left

his friends, doesn't

sang a love song dedicated to

Abigail had a bit to

her arms around his neck and gently asked, "When you were younger, why did you like this song? I meant to ask you back then, but somehow I

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

soon, and this song

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize that's

it with you feels like keeping their love

did she know that whenever he sang this song, his heart

sentiment softened

she already knew she liked it

gazed at him, her silence conveying volumes of unspoken

Their connection was undeniable.

and a hint of concern creased her brow.

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

paused for a moment before

with you

at the hospital, If you need anything, just give me a call. Don't hesitate just because I'm busy she advised as she took a

work?" Sean glanced at the time. It was

needed to kick her habit of burning the midnight