Your setting the table for dinner,you've made spaghetti.after the table is set you call out to your husband,Nicky.Letting him know the food is ready.When you don't hear a response you walk into the living room to look for him.Hes standing at the window,staring at the wreckage of the house across the street.The house you were aware was at fault for all his traumas

"I'll be there in a minute"

he responds monotonely,it hurt you to see him like this.ever since you met him he had been so cold and empty.You craved to meet him...the real him,not the shell left behind by all his troubles

he looks over his shoulder at you

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