"Don't be melodramatic, Marie. We will always be watching it just as we are now. You, here in my arms. I, here beside you."

"Don't talk now, Tom. Just listen to me, okay?" Her eyes did the pleading.

He became numb because of her eyes.

"Did you know that I have been living life one day at a time?" she asked but waited no answer. "Time made me as patient as the sand waiting for the waves . . . as the moon waiting for the night . . . as a poet waiting for the right words . . ." She ran out of courage. I fear losing you, she thought. No, I fear for you losing me.

They silently walked back home holding each other's hand.

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