Harry sat on the bench, her bench, their bench, watching the river. He remembered the many times he and Ruth had sat in this exact position, the important conversations and the disagreements that had taken place in the exact place he was sitting. He never sat where she had sat, he didn't want to taint the space which had once been filled with something as beautiful as her. He still couldn't believe she was gone. He knew that she wasn't just going to walk into his office, but it didn't stop him from hoping. Harry checked his watch, "I've got to get back, Goodbye Ruth. I love you." He whispered as he kissed his fingers and transferred the kiss to the golden plaque on the bench. 'For Ruth, who often sat here. Love Harry, who always sat beside her.'