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.

Ulysses leaves, you start to

Alexander remained silent still.

gentlemanly, placed the cigarette in his mouth, lighting it with a lighter, and took a drag. In the past, while Ulysses was around, he had this penchant for smoking. Observing his gestures, Alexander's countenance momentarily held a

lips, extracted a

only in his fifties, yet he exuded an air

leave but being halted

to Wayne without turning

son's retreating figure and softly remarked, "Alexander, you were once

my

he

I was your age, I was still being disciplined by

contemplating my actions over the years, and

and inquired, "What exactly are you trying

and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Wayne glanced at Alexander, "I wanted to talk to you, but if you're not interested, you