A Spark in The Ashes of Our Vows
The candle burns lower, its wax pooling at the base, mirroring the steady unraveling of our shared life.
I want to say something meaningful, to wrap this evening in a bow of significance, but all the words seem too big or too small. Instead, I focus on the simple actions, the passing of the last bread roll, the careful pouring of wine into our glasses. Jack watches me, his eyes meeting mine in an unspoken agreement. "I guess this is it," he finally says, a slight tremor in his voice betraying the otherwise steady words. "Yeah," I agree, my own voice a soft echo. "I guess it is." We both know it isn't really over, that the ties are not so easily severed, but this is as close to an ending as w
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