I opened my eyes to hers. They’re as lively as spring. They’re smiling. Her long, black hair tickled my cheeks.

“Happy first anniversary!” she hugged me before burying her face under some pillows.

“Do you think we’ll make it to fifty?” her voice was barely audible.

“I know we will.”

I kissed the palm of her smooth hand. She smiled and closed her eyes, slowly fading back to sleep.

She opened her eyes to mine. They’re as lively as spring. They’re smiling. Her nearly white hair tickled my forehead.

“Happy anniversary,” I hugged her, careful not to disturb the hoses covering her face.

“We made it to fifty,” her voice was barely audible.

“I know.”

I kissed the palm of her wrinkled hand. She smiled and closed her eyes, slowly fading away.

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