Date: 2018-05-15 06:54 pm (UTC)
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The morning started out the same as any other. He's woken by sunlight filtering between the blinds, the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. He feels his age in his bones and his joints more than he used to and he hates it, but it is what it is and he eventually can't handle lying in bed, awake and inactive.

He pads quietly down the hall and into the kitchen. First, coffee. And then he moves easily, routinely to the kitchen table where he knows to expect to find the daily paper sitting.

What he didn't expect was the ring. Old, a little worn from so many years gone by. He can't help the little half-smile that twitches across his lips as he picks it up, holding it up between two fingers.

"Why--" but before he can finish asking that question, the words die on his lips as his eyes catch the headline on the front page.

"Oh." The word is barely a whisper and he doesn't even know how to react or what to say. His lips roll together against the smile threatening to break across his lips.
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