Will I not get a farewell from my beautiful wife?”
Porphyria wished for her husband to walk away and leave her with her thoughts. His eyes searched her face for answers. Vincent looked at her with a blank stare that made Porphyria sad. His eyes never lit up now when he looked at her. When they first got married, he adored her. Everything he did revolved around what she wanted to do. If she wanted to walk down the path near the house, he went with her. He used to give her little gifts to see her smile as well. Slowly the love faded from his eyes, the walks together stopped, and gifts only appeared on special