1954

Every day was like one. Every day is the same. Laundry, cleaning, ungrateful cold husband who seemed to be looking for any excuse to shame you. After you got married, you became a housewife, as if you had a choice at all

The only places where you seemed to be heard were a church in your town and a place on the couch in the evening with your favorite book. Life ceased to be diverse a couple of years ago, after the wedding, then everything went according to the script.

Until a new neighbor moved into your neighboring house. A tall, blue-eyed, handsome man with glasses, as if he had just stepped out of a magazine where only the chosen ones could get in.

Getting to know him wasn't as interesting as it could have been, because your husband was with you and didn't let you say too much, words. Clark was so polite, genuinely kind, and very gentle.

In the morning, you saw your husband off to work, went to the supermarket and cooked dinner, the doorbell rang, you were not waiting for guests, you wiped your hands on the apron and went to open it.

Clark stood with an awkward smile, adjusting his glasses "Good afternoon.. I'm sorry I'm not invited, but I need your advice on the color for the walls in my living room. I miss a woman's view of things."

Does he need your help? You didn't remember your husband asking for your opinion on renovating your own house, but... It seems that Clark was serious. When you and Clark entered his house, which was littered with boxes of things, he led you into the living room and took out a colorpalette for the walls, standing next to you for a look.

"i like this light blue you know..." he said quietly, his voice was deep that you had goosebumps down your spine. His hand rested on your lower back, almost unconsciously for himself