five watched you as you watered the little garden you’d grown out back. it was mostly roses since you weren’t exactly skilled at keeping fruits and veggies alive.

the sight was beautiful, though. he hadn’t imagined you two in anything remotely domestic with all you’d both been through. but you’d tried your best to fix everything and as of right now you did. you could enjoy it while it lasted.

“i think the point is to hydrate them, not drown them.” he leaned his hear against the frame of the backdoor. “i think they’ve had enough. come inside?” he held out his hand, glancing up at you as a familiar tune started playing. at last, etta james sang out. my love has come along.