The Struggle

It was late afternoon. Victor and Emily were walking through The Regent's Park, talking. It was strange. They knew each other since childhood but when they got engaged, it suddenly felt inappropriate to be alone together. They both laughed when the wind almost blew their hats off.
Victor couldn't help it but imagine Henry being here with them. His slightly longer black hair, blowing in the wind. Victor imagined running his fingers through it. Henry's eyes locked into Victor's. Henry's lips.
And then came the guilt. This wasn't fair to Emily.
But how do you stop your brain from wishing?!