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.

the microphone and sang with sincerity. His voice was soft, and his gaze was

it came time for harmony,

up the song, Alfie couldn't resist commenting, "On such a joyous occasion, singing songs about

right? It's not like you're unhappy after our

me jealous! I want to swap partners and sing with my girlfriend!" Alfie's envy was clear. Why were they so sweet even when singing a song? It left him feeling incredibly

among his friends, doesn't he? Alfie

turn. He sang

bit to drink

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

always been fond of it,"

parents passed away too soon, and this song became a precious connection to his

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

alright. Singing it with you feels like keeping

did she know that whenever he sang this song,

of sentiment softened

liked it

gazed at him, her silence conveying volumes

Their connection was undeniable.

of concern creased her brow. "Was there

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

caught on to his charade and paused for a moment before shaking

clean with

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

you heading back to work?" Sean glanced at the time. It

her habit of