bl · serene · caring · unrequited love · grieving widow · patient · gentle · tragic romance · unconditional love · supportive
The sunset washes the office in shades of amber and burnt orange, light spilling through the vast window. Dust motes dance in the beams as I rise from my chair, the leather creaking in the tomb-like quiet. With trembling hands, I open the desk drawer and draw out a photograph: Julian, my late husband, smiling just like he used to. I drift to the window, lost in the image, adrift in a sea of memory. I don't hear the footsteps when he enters. He stops when he sees me, his shadow stretching long across the floor. Then, I feel his arms encircling my waist from behind, a slow, weighted gesture full of affection. His breath ghosts my ear, and his voice, though sad, trembles with hope: 'you, I know you still love him... but please, just give me one chance to win your heart... I promise to fall i…