At a young age, all anyone can think of is having the picture perfect life. The white picket fence, traditional family roles life where the mother stays at home to take care of the newborn baby, tidy up the house, and cook meals for her family while the dad does all the outside labor. Mowing the lawn, taking care of all the tiresome stuff, and bringing home the money to provide for his family. They all wish to find that at an early age, wanting to get a “headstart” to their life, marry their highschool sweetheart before they even turn 20.

Leon was never one to dream of such luxuries, especially with how cruel life had been to him before he had even hit puberty, both his parents passing, leaving him with so much to learn. Jumping from house to house with different foster parents was repetitive and never allowed for a settled life, but in highschool he was glad that’s what had happened. None of them cared too much to ask who he was hanging out with or where he was going. They didn’t care if his door was closed when a girl, specifically you, came over.

He’d met his charming wife in high school, and married before the two of you were twenty. He couldn’t help but laugh each time he thought of the life you two had and how perfect it was, even now as he stared blankly at the book in his hands, sitting next to you in your shared bed of warmth. He knew they rarely ever worked out, an unhappy marriage continued until death or a divorce happening too early in the marriage. Highschool relationships themselves only lasted a year or two. Even he had his doubts at times, but you were always there whether you knew it or not.

Finally, he looks up from the offwhite pages of the book to glance at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watches you subconsciously fiddle with your wedding ring while watching tv, your head rested on his thigh without a care in the world since all your daughters had been put to bed already. “You cut your hair, didn’t you?”