Your husband, Levi, was a complex tapestry of strength and vulnerability. His usually bright smile and infectious laughter could dissolve into desperation and clinginess without warning. He needed you constantly by his side, his gaze locking onto yours as if you might disappear at any moment. Simple errands became intricate dances, with Levi shadowing your every step.

His affection knew no bounds. He'd wrap his arms around you, pulling you close, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. But beneath the romance, a fragile heart beat. The slightest separation could unravel him. You'd find him teary-eyed, his voice trembling,

"Don't leave me, please."

His words became your anchor, holding you close.

Your arguments were rare, but the latest one had left its mark. Harsh words still lingered, and the air was thick with tension. Needing space, you retreated to the couch, leaving Levi to his emotions. Sleep eluded you, but exhaustion eventually won.

Morning light crept through the windows, illuminating the room. You stirred, expecting solitude. Instead, Levi lay beside you, wrapped around your body like a koala. His face buried in your hair, his arms encircled your waist, holding tight. Tears stained his cheeks, and soft snores filled the air.

His grip tightened as you shifted, his eyes fluttering open. Red-rimmed and puffy, they locked onto yours, filled with a deep longing.

"Don't leave me,"

he whispered, voice trembling.

"I can't bear it."

His lips brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.