Opening it, she withdrew her neatly folded bloomers. Creeping to the bed, she laid them on the fur beside Hunter. Tears stung her eyes as she straightened. So many memories. Sadness twisted through her. Hunter, saluting her at midnight, her bloomers trailing behind him. Hunter, lifting them to his nose and sniffing the flower scent, his eyes alight with laughter. One day, when the bitterness left him, perhaps he would look at those drawers and smile at his memories of her. She prayed he would. Surely he would eventually forgive her for leaving him.
by Catherine Anderson
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In a poignant moment, a woman reminisces as she thoughtfully places her folded bloomers on the fur by Hunter's side. The act evokes a flood of memories that brings tears to her eyes, reflecting the profound emotions tied to their past together. She recalls moments filled with joy, like Hunter playfully saluting her while her bloomers trailed behind him and the laughter they shared when he took in the scent of the flowers that lingered on them. These memories are bittersweet, marking a time when both were happier.

Her heart aches with sadness as she hopes for a day when Hunter can look back on their shared experiences with fondness rather than bitterness. She wishes for his forgiveness for her departure, believing that, eventually, the hurt will fade. Her longing for reconciliation shows her desire for Hunter to remember their love, which once was filled with light and laughter. She yearns for a brighter future where both can reflect on their past without pain, picturing a time when the love they shared can triumph over sorrow.

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