"If you don't like these, I'll buy new ones. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you. Just tell me what you want, Lily. Please."
"I just want us to be like we were as kids… Lily, please don't push me away."
"It's only nine years between us. Why can't we go back to the way things were?"
"Why are we so foolish? Why don't we know the answer? Why do I have to stand here and watch you walk further and further away?"
"I keep wondering—why can't we just return to the beginning?"
A single tear slipped down Lily's cheek.
At the Cemetery
The hillside was breathtaking—fields of wildflowers stretched endlessly below, their colors weaving together in a brilliant tapestry.
At the top of the hill, two gravestones adorned with fresh flowers stood side by side.
The images etched into the stone captured frozen smiles—Lily's father, Henry Anderson, and his beloved wife. The markers signified death, yet the photographs preserved their joy, untouched by time.
