the two of you were doomed from the beginning.

the marriage wasn’t working out.

well, it was arranged. arguments were left and right, only shouting at the other all day. neither of you loved each other, even touching was off-limits.

but he got a cold.

while he sniffled, you tried you best to take care of him while maintaining distance.

“need anything else? soup? water? maybe some tissues?” you asked your husband as you tucked the man in bed.

he let out a whine before giving you a short answer. “want you.”