'Ever since we moved here, you've been like this.'
'Rubbish.'
'You have, get off the sofa and get outside!'
'I went out this morning.'
'Opening the front door and throwing the bin bag toward, the bin is not getting out!'
John threw his hand out dismissively.
'Look, I know this place reminds you of my illness, but that's why you NEED to get out - it doesn't make sense you wallowing here in this reminder.'
John, now with his chin to his chest and his eyes closed, sighed.
'I don't want to forget,' he whispered.
'You won't, I'll always be here.'
'But you're not, are you?'
Sarah was now sitting on that windowsill, wearing a smile from when they were just 30.
'What if I leave and I no longer see you?'
Sarah appeared next to him on the sofa and reached for his hand. Although John didn’t feel a thing, it still brought warmth to his heart and, as always, immediately followed with a tear in his eye.
John looked away from Sarah to hide his vulnerability - he had to be strong for Sarah still - even though they had lost that battle 3 years ago.
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