Love Unspoken

The image was of three people, two men and a woman, frozen in time.

As Alexander gazed at the photo, lost in memories.

As if peering through this photograph, he glimpsed into a distant past.

Many years ago, there was a hoary older man who would often sit in contemplation on the sunlit balcony, gazing pensively at this very image.

One glance, and he could be lost for an entire afternoon.

Passersby would catch faint sighs of wistfulness and regret escaping his lips as they went about their way.

After a while, he heard a knock at the door. It was Wayne, his presence a mix of emotions.

Having also aged, with silver strands gracing his temples and a slight stoop to his frame, they locked gazes for a moment before Wayne finally strode forward, leaving a trail of muddy footprints upon the floorboards. "I wonder why the light is on here, only to find it is you," he remarked.

They exchanged a silent look before Wayne took a seat, mirroring his father's actions.

reckon that whenever Ulysses leaves, you start to feel like

Alexander remained silent still.

it with a lighter, and took a drag. In the past, while Ulysses was around, he had this penchant

placed the cigarette between his lips, extracted a lighter,

was only in his fifties, yet

turning to leave but being halted by

his back to Wayne without

"Alexander, you were once my proudest achievement,

my

piqued, and he

nostalgia. "When I was your age, I was

my actions over the years, and I realize my life

furrowed his brow slightly and inquired, "What exactly are

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