Lucas Walker carefully put the removed old earrings into the box, closed the lid meticulously, and placed the box on the coffee table. He then raised his hand, gently gripping the lobe of Ivana Bennett's earring-clad ear.
What he acknowledged was the minute details of their encounter.
From the often smiling infant of many years ago, to the refined girl who still loved to laugh, nestled in his arms now...
Everything felt like a beautiful, blissful dream.
At times, he even thought it all to be too unreal.
"Ivana... are you really... going to be with me forever?"
"Absolutely not!" Ivana Bennett cheekily quipped, her corners of her lips perking up in a playful grin, "I don't think I can live forever. Even without any accidents, I'll eventually die of old age. I guess I'll only live about seventy or eighty years... so, at most, I can be with you until the day I die."
