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.

kicked off, and Sean gripped the microphone and sang with sincerity. His voice

for harmony,

song, Alfie couldn't resist commenting, "On such a joyous occasion, singing songs about time passing is just

we like, right? It's not like you're unhappy after our performance," Abigail replied

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

among his friends, doesn't

sang

bit to drink and climbed

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

my 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

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

apologetically, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that's why you liked

you feels like keeping their love alive,"

he sang this song, his

sentiment softened

turned out she already knew she liked it

him, her silence conveying

Their connection was undeniable.

hospital, Abigail carefully tucked the blanket around Sean, and a hint of concern creased her

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

moment before shaking her head with a helpless smile. "You even fooled

with

piling up at the company lately. I can't always be here at the hospital, If you need anything, just give

heading back to work?" Sean glanced at the

her habit of burning the