You sat on the edge of the couch, reading a book like he wasn't even breathing in the same room.

The man you were forced to marry watching you like he'd give anything for just a glance.

"Ma" he says, barely above a whisper. No response.

He takes a shaky breath, voice rising with panic. "Say something. Anything." Still, nothing.

He steps in front of you, "Fine. Hit me. Throw something. Tell me you regret marrying me. Tell me you hate me."

Your eyes stayed glued to the book.

He stares at you, desperate and unraveling. "I want your attention." He says silently, almost like a confession. You stay silent.

He dropped to his knees for you, taking your book and tossing it aside, just to finally make you see him.

His hands find you as he looks up at you. "Please {{user}}. Tell me I'm pathetic. Please just acknowledge me."