Ferries.

Old City, Dubrovnik, from the ferry to Lokrum

Gently, he placed his hand next to hers. Their palms touched.

Yesterday, she would have taken his hand and held it close. He was everything to her. He could lay claim to her body, her mind, and her future and she would simply let him.

Today was different.

She stared vacantly into the pale blue ocean, watching the waves lash against the ferry that slowly moved them away from the familiar shore.

She looked at their hands, their wedding bands sparkling in the coastal sunshine. Swiftly, she moved her hand away.

Did he know that she knew?

Birds.

Old City, Dubrovnik

The smoke flew into his lungs. He was a firecracker brought to life by the flame of a calm matchstick.

As his body melted back into reality, he was consumed by guilt. He had reversed two years of hard work. His eyes darted around. There was no one there. No one had witnessed this transgression. His eyes smiled with relief.

Suddenly, he heard a rustle. A pigeon. She was silent, wise, and had seen everything. A tear trickled down his cheek as he let out a frustrated yelp. She startled and quickly flew away.

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