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

Alexander remained silent still.

the past, while Ulysses was around, he had this penchant for smoking. Observing

manner, placed the cigarette between his lips, extracted a lighter, and ignited it, taking a puff

was only in his fifties, yet he exuded

leave but being

his back to Wayne

his son's retreating figure and softly remarked, "Alexander, you were once my proudest achievement, my

also my greatest

and he turned to face

nostalgia. "When I was your age, I was still

my actions over the years, and I realize my life

inquired, "What

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