contemporary-fiction

I waited for her to nod before pacing while I bit my lip. That hurt, so I switched to biting my finger nail.

Staring over him in the dim light of a side lamp, my tired eyes traced along the path of faint, yet emerging, lines etched around his equally-tired eyes. They'd become a permanent reminder of his ever-smiling face, and I wished__ven after all of these years together-that I could absorb some of his contentment.