What he wouldn't give for such evidence of his own. A sentiment he was sure was shared. She gave freely what she had to him too. Wanting to share those moments with him even if they did not pertain to him directly. She would argue they held their weight nonetheless even though he would never rebuke her. Silently he took all she would give.
Her voice flooded his mind. Bring with it a vision of one of their first meet ups in modern times "These here," dainty hands pointed to an open photo album, "and our memories are what keep them alive. In these, they will live forever."
