The picnic.
*
As they rounded a corner, the mansion came into view, its grand silhouette standing majestically against the darkening sky. The stone walls seemed to hold the warmth and history of countless winters past, a sanctuary of comfort and tradition.
"I'm looking forward to the cozy evenings by the fireplace," Lydia said softly, leaning her head against Theodore's shoulder. "And the winter feasts, and the festive decorations."
Theodore smiled, his heart full. "And I'm looking forward to spending each moment with you," he replied, his voice tender.
Instead of going inside, they sat on the bench facing the link, where they'd begun their first fight.
Abruptly, Lydia suggested, "We should take a walk," standing upright and vacating his arms she stretched her palm for him to take, he watched her outstretched hand for a while before taking it, Lydia frowned slightly confused if she had just noticed him holding back tears and she wondered why.
