Just a little one-shot.

Cal and Gillian through Emily's eyes. I hope you enjoy.

LTM, Characters, Plots etc are not mine.. I wish!

I always felt a little bit like I was intruding when it came to Dad and Gill. Even when all they were doing was sitting in silence, I would feel like I was stepping into the most private moment. Like I was breaking up the most intimate of conversations. And I probably was really. I'm sure they've always been able to say more to one another in 30 seconds of silence, than most people share in a lifetime.

Which is why, as I stand here, watching them through the window, I almost feel like I should turn away. But I don't. I can't. There's always been something about the way that Dad interacts with Gill, something about the way Gill interacts with Dad, that mesmerises me. And watching them in those moments where they think they're alone, is something I've always done. Is something I've never been able to turn away from.

From the outside, they look like they've changed. Time has been kind to Gill. Her hair has greyed and more wrinkles line her face, but she's still as beautiful and elegant as ever. Dad hasn't grown old as gracefully, but there's no surprise there. Besides, Gill was always the better looking of the two, and why should age have changed that. But when I watch them in moments like this, I'm struck with how, even after all this time, they haven't changed at all.

Dad's eyes still follow every single one of Gill movements. He's watching her every move, just like he's always done. All she's doing is getting something from the boot of her car, and he can't bring himself to take his eyes away from her. But he never has been able to focus on anything else going on, not when Gill was near.

He say's something to her. I can tell by the way her head shoots up, her eyes searching until they land upon his. She's stopped searching for whatever it was she was searching for in her boot, her attention solely on Dad and whatever it is he's saying to her. She's always done that with him. Stopped whatever it was she was doing, in order to give him her full attention. It's beautiful really, the way, even now, she thinks he's worth dropping everything for; how she thinks he deserves all of her, when he's spent most of his years trying to prove he doesn't.

He says something else, and she smiles at him. Not a half hearted smile. A real smile. A smile that makes her eyes crinkles, and her whole face glow. A smile, so pure and honest, that I'm sure, for the tiniest of moments, time stands still. A smile that I've never seen her give anyone but Dad. And he smile's the exact same smile back. A smile that has always been reserved for Gill.

It's a smile so open, and full of love, that my heart breaks for them.

My heart breaks for how perfect they are for each other. For how much love they share. For how they've never been more than what they've always been.

There was a time, years ago, when I really thought they'd find a way to take the next step. A time when I thought they'd finally found their moment. But they were too cautious. Too scared. Unwilling to sacrifice what they were, for what they could be.

I watch closely as Gill finds what she was searching for, slams her boot shut and turns towards the house.

I watch as Dad falls into step beside her, just like he's always done.

I watch as Gill steps into his side, just like she's always done.

I watch as arms loop around the other's waist, just like they've always done.

I watch them, just like I've always done.

And as I watch them, with my heart breaking for everything they could have been, I'm overwhelmed by what they are.

By what they've always been.

And I realise that maybe, this is all they were ever going to be. Maybe this is exactly how their story was supposed to be.

Unfinished.

Beautifully unfinished.

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