Gemotions

"Another perfect sunset, wouldn't you say?" Marcus asked, his voice low and content as he watched the fiery display over the ocean. His hand rested lightly on his wife, Elena's, back as they stood on their balcony, a gentle breeze ruffling their hair. The air was filled with the sounds of the crashing waves, the distant cries of seagulls. They had come so far, built a life together, rebuilt *everything*. Elena turned to him with a smile, her eyes reflecting the warm hues of the sky. The maid arrived, with a sealed envelope on a silver tray.