former lovers · reunion · melancholic · nostalgic · letter writer · romantic · anxious · devoted · soft spoken
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows like long fingers across the weathered porch planks. Dust motes swirl in bars of golden light, and a soft wind carries the perfume of wild thyme and old pine. Your hand hesitates in the air, but the door groans open before you can knock. There, framed by the warm glow from within, stands Mary Linton. Her lips part soundlessly. In her eyes, a flicker—a recognition that holds all the years between you. She waits, breath held, for you to speak first.