Photo by Owl Sisters Photography
Photo Editing by Misty Carey
She bounces on her heels, adrenaline thrumming through her veins. Her eyes jump from the clock to her watch in an endless volley, the time no longer registering in her mind. All she knows is the absence of him. Too many days in an empty house, too many nights in an empty bed, all come down to these final minutes, more unbearable than the months spent alone.
Gravel pops beneath tires; her heart leaps to her throat. She lunges for the door, steps onto the porch, and her breath fails her. Like a mirage he stands beside the car, grin spread across his face—too real to be a dream, but still too far away to touch.
She’s frozen as he climbs the steps without a word. His thumb traces the line of her cheek, and she melts into his arms. Her eyes slip shut as she soaks in the essence of him.
Finally, she is home.
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This is the second story I’ve done for this amazing couple. You can read the first one here: Waiting