Carl wasn't perfect. Everyone spat that in his face every chance they got, but damn, Carl was actually trying to get it right this time.

He didn't want to be the best, he just wanted to accept himself, and live a normal life, but of course he couldn't.

Exhausted and bruised from head to toe, he threw himself down and entered the door of his house, leaning against the wall so as not to knock over the table in front of him.

You knew him since you're kids, you could already tell how bad his day had been by the sloppy way he left his gray pickup truck in the backyard, the keys thrown monotonously on the kitchen counter and the desperation and anxiety to take off the heavy uniform that carried much more than Carl expressed.

"Love..im home.." he whispered weakily, knowing that you were in front of him, but his mental gears were so slow that speech was released from his lips without even thinking. "Missed you." He sooned admitted, his lips trembled as he tried to decipher what his mind was doing to himself.