I'm so bad when it comes to starting fics and not finishing them, but I was listening to one of my favourite songs, 'Without You' by Lana Del Rey, which is such a beautiful song (highly recommend listening to it) and this came to mind.
Memories - 'But burned into my brain are these stolen images, stolen images, baby, stolen images, can you picture it, babe that life we could have lived'
'Carla, it's our song' Peter smiled, heaving himself instinctively up from his armchair.
'Peter, I'm too old for a dance' Carla chuckled as Peter held his hand out, swaying a little to the sound of 'Fly Me To The Moon' on the television.
'No one is ever to old for a dance I'll have you know' he said, as she obliged, standing up and allowing him to take her into his arms.
'I think our hips will disagree' Carla said, as she affectionately put her hand over his cheek, and looking into his beautiful, kind eyes, the same ones she had fallen in love with all those years ago.
'Ah, this brings back memories' Peter said closing his eyes and listening to the lyrics, remembering the smile light up on Carla's face as the song had started playing, hey eyes sparkling as they danced lost in each other's love, oblivious to the many eyes watching them.
'I remember that day, you looked so handsome, dragging on your cigarette and all I wanted was for you to be mine, god you turn me soppy' Carla said fondly thinking back to the day she and Peter had amused each other, forgetting the lyrics to such a classic, on a cold night, in one of the backstreets of Coronation Street.
'Those were the days' Peter said holding Carla gently in his arms, her hair smelling the same as it always had, heavenly and familiar.
'Now it's just niggly hips and back ache' Carla said, though she sounded light hearted.
'Great isn't it' Peter chuckled, pulling back just enough to create a space between them, so he could look into her eyes. She never failed to make his heart flutter, his stomach flip with those dazzling eyes, so full of life yet scarred by so much turmoil.
'Who'd have thought you and me would last this long eh?' Carla before closing her eyes and leaning in, Peter's kiss soft and light against her lips, giving her so much love.
'I had faith' Peter smiled , stroking his wife's lower back, his swaying ceasing as the song came to an end.
'And I had you' Carla said, patting his shoulder and kissing his cheek