Eleanor's thumb traces his cheekbone. The little lines that are now there but weren't before. They give him character, are testimony of the many laughs and frowns over the years, of a well lived life.
A life she sometimes wished they had shared.
"Sometimes," she confesses. "Sometimes I think nobody has ever understood me like you do."
And this is proof of that. Even at her lowest, Alfred is here by her side.
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Date: 2024-12-31 06:03 am (UTC)A life she sometimes wished they had shared.
"Sometimes," she confesses. "Sometimes I think nobody has ever understood me like you do."
And this is proof of that. Even at her lowest, Alfred is here by her side.