They strolled hand in hand down a deserted street, a lamppost flickering with an almost burned-out bulb. The cobblestone road was a reminder of the past, as the sound of her heels echoed the rhythm of her pounding heart.
As they walked in silence, each wondered whether this would be their last stroll holding hands,as she held his tighter, drawing closer to the pier and his waiting ship. Around them, others said their goodbyes, tears silently falling to the ground, as children clung to their dads, hoping to come home soon.
He stroked her cheek and gazed into her eyes, knowing she was looking deeply into his. Sometimes, silence was a welcome relief, wondering if you had told her you loved her enough, and that she would always remain in your heart, through both the good times and the bad.
As the moment approached for him to board, he inched closer to the ship, reluctant to let go, while she clung to him for a few brief moments, reliving the weekend they had shared, determined to keep those memories alive.
A candlelit room, soft music, and clothes strewn about the floor. Room service meals on silver platters and champagne in crystal glasses—all cherished memories she knew she would recall while he was away. When the sun rose, the ship pulled out, marking the beginning of a half-year cruise. She couldn't look back. Her tears still fell on the cobblestone street as the sound of her heels echoed the beat of two broken hearts.
Mike 2025
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