He wasn't there, but the breakfast table was set with a perfect fried egg, warm milk, and toasted bread.
A note was pressed under the milk cup: "My dear little girlfriend, I went for a morning run. Have breakfast while I'm away if you're hungry."
She looked at the note and chuckled silently. "Little girlfriend?" It was amusing that he thought of that.
She placed the note down and walked towards the bathroom, her heart feeling a mix of pain and subtle warmth, along with a small touch of sweetness and light happiness. Was it worth it if three years of separation led to such devotion from him? Perhaps it was.
As she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she noticed the unconscious curve of her smile—an expression she hadn't seen on her face for many years. He had brought her the most painful pain but also the greatest joy.
