She watched as he walked towards the door. The look in his eyes told her the smile was forced. The joy he once felt had slipped away months ago. It was as if the darkness had engulfed his spirit, leaving nothing. He looked back, trying to give her a glimmer of hope. A small sign that everything would be okay, but he did not have the strength.
He was sitting in the same ragged chair that she had grown to hate. It was the same picture of despair she saw every morning. She smiled at him while she put the leash on the dog. As she did every day, she asked if he would like to come with them. The answer was always the same.
She walked out as the morning sun was coming to light. The breeze felt warm and comforting across her face. She let the dog off the leash and watched as he ran across the dew covered grass. Tears came to her eyes as she thought about the last three years.
His eyes followed her as she walked out the door. He could hear her laughter as the dog splashed into a puddle. He closed his eyes trying to remember the last time they had laughed together.