Juliette returns to her home town after the unfortunate passing of her husband in a tragic work accident.
Her life becomes mundane and she's clouded by depression until a smiling face chases away the rain.
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It didn't take long for Juliette's mother to call into the living room for us, saying dinner is served.
I could already tell it was going to be a wonderful meal by the smell alone. It smelled like my entire childhood wrapped up in a box with a pretty bow on top.
The table was already set nicely and food put out on the table. I took my place next to Juliette at the table.
Her father was already seated at the head of the table and her mother sat across from me next to him.
No words were said as they all joined hands, and I quickly lifted my hands as well and joined with Juliette and her father, who started a prayer.
"Thank you, good Lord, for blessing us with this food on our table, and allowing us to see the beauty of another day graciously gifted to us by your hands. And, thank you, for this young man for bringing joy back into our daughter's life and raising her spirits once more. We are grateful from the bottom of ours hearts. Amen."
I almost didn't say amen, mumbling the word mindlessly as I processed what was just said.
In that moment, it was like my eyes had been opened up and I was seeing the world with a fresh view.
Did I really have that big of an impact on this family? Someone as horrid and violent as myself?
It's almost laughable.
Juliette squeezed my hand and I looked over at her. When our eyes met, my furrowed brow softened into a gentler expression.
She was looking at me like I was the only soul in the room. Her smile was glowing through her entire face and I quietly surrendered to the moment.
It's hard to believe I've found myself in this situation. I got so caught up in the enjoyment of her entertaining company that I didn't even realize it was developing into something more than that over the months.
I've never been one for sentiment, or... love. Growing up, I was presented with a twisted version of that concept.
My mother loved me. I knew what that love felt like.
But a partner's love? The love of someone who you just happened to meet one day by sheer chance?
