Goodbye, My Love

The blanket, even when folded, seemed slightly large, reaching the sides of her thighs, effectively shielding her from the wind. Standing before her, Marco was a human windbreak. Suddenly, Loraine didn’t feel cold anymore.

Yet, the night breeze still tousled her hair.

Looking up, she met Marco’s gentle gaze. The handsome man tenderly smoothed her hair away from her temples, his fingertips lingering on her face. His touch was light, unimposing.

Loraine’s gaze wavered, her heart pounding as she looked away.

Angela’s Library

His caretaking had felt practiced, as though he had rehearsed it privately many times. Uncomfortable, Loraine found herself voicing her curiosity.

You were once a workaholic,

I was a terrible

knew Marco had been working to mend their relationship, but she hadn’t anticipated his admission of

ego, would always be stubborn and

continued, “That’s why I’m striving to learn how to be

reflection. For Loraine, he’d change, clumsily and cautiously

mouth

“You…

you about

good

a smile, whispering, “Go on in. Your uncle has

and found Rowan and Wesley standing at