I watched the leaves swirl, the wind making them chase each other. A heart-shaped leaf drifted down in light perfection, landing softly at my feet. Autumn had been his favorite season. He loved to watch the beauty of nature’s changes.
“How’re you holding up, Angelina?” Merlin, he sounded so much like his brother. The sweet sound of that voice brought fresh tears to my eyes.
I felt him sit beside me and place his hand on my knee. Even through his own pain, he thought about mine.
“Thank you, George,” was my only answer as more leaves danced by us.