Golden Ages
It was at sunset when she meant the most to him. They sat, always the same, on the porch outside her room. He brushed her hair and pinned it back, careful to keep the curls lying flat against the nape of her neck. She had always kept it like this when she had been able to care for it herself. Now, like so many other things, he did it for her. She had a beautiful neck; it was one of the first things that attracted him to her. He could still remember the first time he saw her. It was her neck...