Under the soft twilight sky, the backyard glows in memory of her. Though it's barely bigger than a postcard, she used to spend hours out here at the end of the day. Sometimes she'd be reading her book. Other times, she'd just be sitting in her chair, looking up at the sky.

Inside our home, the paths she took during our time together are traced in the signature golden silver of her laughter.

This time tomorrow, it will be two years since she passed. But I feel the afterglow of her love. Always.

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A/N: This snippet was inspired by the title of Ed Sheeran's song, "Afterglow."

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