nene adored the beach. and so did you. every year, for your anniversary, you always went to the beach. it was tradition. this year was no different. nene practically dashing out the car door, taking your hand and running down the shore in glee.

she was singing that song. your song. the song that brought you two together. you felt your throat swell. she always got those lyrics wrong.

“c’mon, {{user}}!” she laughed. “you walk slow!”