They had been lovers for years. Always hiding, always in secret. He was younger. She remembered thinking that he was too young to love her, yet he did. She always thought that there would come a day when he decided he needed someone his age, when he wanted to have a family, to have the kids she wouldn't be able to give him. But he stayed.
He saw her grow old, while he was still in the prime of his life. But he had loved since the day he had first seen her, thinking that their love was impossible, knowing that their love would be frowned upon. He remembered talking with his friends about that girl he had a crush on, not daring to admit that she was 20 years his elder.
They had kept their relationship secret for too long. Never being able to live together, never daring to go together to social meetings. No one ever suspected that they were in love, they made it look like they were just nice neighbors. But then her health started to decay.
She was dying before her time, sure she was old, but not that old. He saw how her body crumbled before his eyes, and decided to spent all the time she had left by her side. At first, people were surprised, but they accepted their relationship fast enough, realizing that love does not have an age.
By the end he would not part from her side, holding her hand, comforting her. Their friends, both his and hers, would bring him everything he needed so he could stay by her side. And she died happy, knowing that they were accepted, only regretting that they had not made their love public before.
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