I DO NOT OWN THESE!!
Despite the fact it had been unseasonably warm the few days prior, the morning of the last day was just as cold and as crisp as it should’ve been for a Saturday morning in early March. Even the weather knew that today was a day for changing, paying its own respects to the end of your era.
The two of you walked side by side down the lane in the park the two of you went to practically all the time, his hands that would’ve once had one interlaced with your fingers and the other holding onto your arm to keep you close to his side, instead today in the pockets of his coat. You matched his stance and kept to yourself, but you couldn’t help but miss the days you walked down this path with him so many times before where his arm was wrapped around your shoulders or around your waist to keep you as close to him as he possibly could every second the two of you spent together. On the car ride over from your place he wasn’t instinctively reaching over to hold your hand on the drive either, and kept the ride rather quiet instead of making you sing with him in the car like he did most days. Somewhere along the line things has just changed.