I sat there in my favorite chair, listening to the creaks as the chair moved back and forth on the wood floor. The sunlight from the open window streamed onto my face creating a warm sensation that brought a small smile to my lips. A small breeze found its way through the window and blew the curtains in a river of cotton while tussling my hair with it. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I looked down at the object in my hand. A beautiful silver picture frame sat in my hands. My fingers gently sliding over the glass as I observed its photograph. Two young adults and two children. The first adult was a beautiful young women. She had flowing dark brown hair and striking cinnamon colored eyes. But what stood out the most was her dazzling smile. So full of life and laughter. The second adult was a man. Handsome features and a serious face, but with a noticeable ghost of a smile on his features. Silky spiked blonde locks and a strong build. The two children, a boy and a girl, had goofy grins plastered on there faces and a happy aura surrounding them. The perfect family. Not too big not too small, but just perfect.

She smiled at the thought. It all started a few days ago when the geostigma ended and all the children were healed. She watched on from the corner as he healed them one by one. She watched him smile and he looked…happy. For once . Like he was doing something right. Later that night he came home like he promised denzel and marlene . And that was the beginning. No words were needed, we just walked upstairs I pulled back the covers and laid him down for a good nights rest. He looked at me with eyes that held so many questions but at the same time answers he didn't need or want to know. A gave him a soft kiss on his forehead and told him everything's alright now. He forgave himself that night. And everything changed. this is the part I remember vividly, and it will always remain remembered. I turned around to shut the lights off and leave when he grabbed my hand. The lightest touch but strong enough to halt my movement. When I turned my head I was met by a pair of soft lips. He pulled away ,but didn't say a word. But that was the thing. No words were needed. His eyes said it all. I perfectly understood. And that's when I learned silence might be all you need.

He left the next day. But I had a feeling he would be back. I think he just needed some time to think. All the emotions that were harbored in him for the past few daya must be awful. Realization has yet to hit him that its all over now. No more fighting, no more loss, no more tears. And that's what he did, he went to her church. Its been about 7 hours now and I sit here and way for him. Like I always have. And I always will.