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"You're alone?"

Briar turned from her seat to see Tim. She was sitting on piano store, looking at the keys in front of her before she was interrupted by him.

"No one but me. Just me." She said as Tim took a seat.

They both were at their friends home, but couldn't very interact with the rest of the party guests. It almost felt convenient that they both were alone in this big home with a piano that both of them enjoy.

"You?" She asked him.

He smiled softly and nodded, his relationship with Monica had ended abruptly, even though he cared about her deeply there was still the longing feeling waiting for his old companion.

It's cruel to compare.

Just as old friends, they started talking again. It was simple. It's just about their lives, their children and careers. Everything seems to fade away around them and it's just them sitting on the piano stool together.

It brought him back to all those years ago.

Before he was married to Helena before their children. Before she met Victor.

Just them again.

"I always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with. Someone to spend the rest of my life with." She said to him.

Her big eyes that held some tears that fell down looking up at him. It was a moment only between them.

Tim remembers that moment.

She was sitting at her piano that was in her apartment. He came over to show her some artwork that he was working on. For a new film that he was trusted with.

He remembered now.

It was definitely very cruel of him to add private moments between them a part of his work. Moments so deeply connected to both of their lives.

Which lead them to this moment.

It took them, God knows how many years for them to be at this moment again sitting on a piano stool together, talking about love. This was the moment he was going to take even though it has been almost 4 decades.

This time this moment, there will be no backing away.

He took all of his courage and was ready to have the conversation.

"It wasn't silly."

She looked at him confused, she could see how determine he was. His eyes were bright no longer that sadness that held deeply in them.

"What's not silly?" She asked him.

"Loving someone deeply, you had it with Victor, your girls, and I hope with...me." He said honestly to her, looking at her eyes and glancing back down to her lips.

Tim was not going to have this moment taken away from him. It was a confession and he was going to tell her how he feels and how he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

"Tim."

"No, we both had turned each other away. But this time, nothing is in our way...just me and you." He said to her.

She started to see the desperation in his eyes and felt her hand being grabbed to be held by his tightly. It was a moment that truly defined their whole friendship and companionship, with one another.

Was it time?

She finally after all of these years, be his. Only his, no one else but him.

"Hold me." She said to him.

"I can't...please." Tim begged her.

He truly wanted to know if his confession just went down the drain. If all of these years longing and wanting for her was truly a waste of his lifespan.

"Hold me, I'm yours."

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Time has definitely been inevitable.

Both ones were young adults, bright eyed, and in love with entertainment world. Now are two older adults with children of their own and marriages dissolved.

It's such a pity to see talented artists have cruel personal relationships.

But for Tim, things were changing as he stood in his home that he now shared with the woman he had been pining after for almost 4 decades.

"It's real isn't it?"

He turned around to face his wife.

Wife.

Briar Rose-Burton.

"How long has it been since we waltzed?" He asked his wife.

She sides softly, and she saw that he extended his hand for her to grab, she took his hand and leaned into his touched.

"Hours."

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