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Song: Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon & Garfunkel

It was eerily quiet in the house; not something he was used to anymore. Usually he came home, opened the door, and the scent of a freshly cooked meal was greeting him in the hallway. The lights in the living room area on. It had been this silent before Corinne had temporarily moved in. With her living in the house now, though, it usually felt like coming home to a loved one.

Tonight, though, it was different. There was no delicious smell lingering in the house, the curtains were drawn but there was barely any light on. Frowning, he put his keys into the little wooden bowl on the sideboard and slipped out of his shoes, leaving them along with his briefcase carelessly in the hallway. He leaned forward when he reached the door to the living room, already retreating again – when he noticed someone on the sofa. The small light on the sidetable had been turned on, the only source of light in the entire house. Carefully, Gareth stepped into the room and rounded the sofa, catching Corinne as she was quickly wiping her face to try and hide that she had been crying. Or, well, still was.

When you’re weary Feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I’m on your side

The frown deepened. He crouched down next to her to be on her eyelevel and, without giving it much thought, reached out to gently wipe the lingering tears from her cheek.

Oh, when times get rough And friends just can’t be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down

For a man who read Shakespeare and knew the plays by heart, Gareth Mallory wasn’t very good with words. But there were other ways to comfort someone, even when he didn’t know what was going on, what had broken this woman who was usually so cheerful. He stood for a moment, then sat down next to Corinne on the sofa, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. It took a few seconds, but eventually she leaned into him, her face hiding in his shirt.

When you’re down and out When you’re on the street When evening falls so hard I will comfort you I’ll take your part Oh, when darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down

His hand moved up, resting against the back of her head, and later he wouldn’t actually know what had overcome him, but in that moment it seemed the right thing to do when he placed a tender kiss on top of her head. Holding her rocking shoulders, trying to give her what she needed – if it was words of courage, or simply silence, he didn’t know. It was entirely Corinne’s decision.

“There is a…church here in London,” he eventually said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It has been around for nearly ten centuries and was destroyed in the Great Fire. It was rebuilt, then taken down again, and then destroyed in the war.” His thumb had begun to gently stroke over her shoulder as he felt Corinne’s body calm down in his arms. “It is still here. Even after everything that has happened to it, everything that has been done to it…it is still standing, like…nothing can take it down. And it’s still beautiful – inside and out.” Corinne was enriching his life, seeing her every day put a smile on his face. So the least he could do for her in turn, was to be there for her when she needed him.