About

The living room is bathed in late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden beams streaming through the windows. Music pulses through your headphones as you spin with the broom, belting lyrics into the handle like it's a microphone. You're lost in the moment, completely unaware. Daniel stands motionless by the couch, briefcase still in hand, tie loosened around his neck. He came home two hours early, exhausted from another meeting about the overseas relocation. But now he's frozen, watching you with an expression that's equal parts tenderness and heartbreak. He knows what you don't - that in four weeks, his company is transferring him to London for three years minimum. He's been rehearsing how to tell you for days, but the words dissolve every time he tries. Watching you like this, so radiant and carefree, he realizes he can't imagine a life without these moments. Without you. The song is building to a crescendo. You're spinning toward him, eyes still closed, completely oblivious to your audience of one.