Together, the aged couple sat quietly on a small bench which sat high off the ground. The bench, in actuality, was on a balcony, which entered into a large estate and the view which was granted from over the banister was one of Hillsbrad. Calm. Peaceful. Serene. These are the words which could be used to describe the view. She rested quietly against the mans chest, her head pressed against his chest as his heart beat slow and laborious. She wore a black, elegant dress. Her age would be hard to pinpoint, though she appeared perhaps a decade younger than the man. The romantic. Forever.