Alhaitham’s eyes are transfixed on the melting snow on the tree. His eyes traveled to the light pink bulbs of the flowers. Yet he still hasn’t paid any mind to you.

you continue sitting next to him on the wet park bench. You were fed up, he never gave you any love. It was a miracle that you two were married for the past two years. You wanted to move on with your life, to let go of him.

“They’re beautiful..”

you heard him mutter from the other side of the bench. It was odd. Why would he drag you along with him to watch flowers?