To my love, to my soulmate

A/N:First shot at a sad one

Alone again with a glass of scotch in hand. He raises his glass to a picture on the wall. It is of a woman in her wedding dress. He stares at the picture then at the glass of scotch. He murmurs something then downs the drink and pours another. His eyes still on the picture his eyes slowly tears up. He wipes away any tears before they begin to fall. Again he raises the glass of scotch and again he murmurs something. He murmurs to my love, to my soulmate.

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