Retrospection: IV.
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Retrospection part 4. "I squeeze her hand again, because I want her to understand what I’m about to say. I want her to know that I love her." A final meeting with my past self.

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Retrospection: IV.

By Lion Prince

IV.

It's cold when we meet again.

I always feel the chill, nowadays.

She's seventy, I'm eighty,

and we both wear the same ring on the same finger now.

Mine's a little more rusty, of course.

We sit for a while, before I reach out to hold her hand.

"Thank you," I whisper.

She turns towards me, slightly surprised at the sudden break in silence.

"For always being here," I say.

She winks and gives my hand a light squeeze.

"Will you..." she stops, looking away hesitantly.

I squeeze her hand, urging her to continue.

She breathes out slowly, and looks at me again.

"Will you be here, next time?" she asks.

I smile and shake my head.

She sighs. "I see."

She takes a few moments before adding,

"I had a feeling this would be our last."

"How did you know?" I ask.

"I've started feeling the chill too," she says.

I nod, because I get it.

We both do.

"But you'll be okay," I say.

"But I'll be okay," she repeats.

I squeeze her hand again,

because I want her to understand what I'm about to say.

I want her to know that I love her.

"You've done well," I say.

"I've done well," she repeats.

"And I'm so proud of you," I say.

She nods, breaking out in a wide smile.

The best smile.

And we sit like this for a long time,

on our bench,

holding hands.

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