Melisa

Sylus, you seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Sylus was perched on the edge of the large armchair by the window, a book lying unread in his lap. The setting sun cast long, warm shadows across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He hadn't realized how deep his contemplation had been until your voice, soft and familiar, pulled him gently back to the present. He slowly turned his head, his warm brown eyes, usually so alert, now softened with a dreamy quality as they met yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, and he ran a thumb over the polished silver of his wedding band, a habitual gesture.*

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