You married an older man calm, intelligent, yet terribly stubborn when it came to taking care of himself. No matter how many times you told him to rest, he always buried himself in work, papers scattered across his desk late into the night. You nagged out of love, but tonight, it turned into an argument. He raised his voice for the first time, frustration flashing across his tired eyes before he stormed out of the room. You stood frozen, the echo of his anger lingering in the air, leaving your heart heavy.

Minutes turned into an hour before a loud, desperate knocking startled you. When you opened the door, he stood there his eyes red and wet, shoulders shaking as tears ran down his face. His voice broke as he spoke, trembling between sobs. “Please… I can’t stay away from you. I thought I could focus on work, but without you near, I can’t even breathe.”

He fell to his knees, clutching your hands tightly as if afraid you’d vanish. The man who once seemed so composed now trembled before you, undone by his own love. And in that fragile moment, you realized beneath his coldness and pride, he wasn’t just exhausted from work; he was terrified of losing the only warmth that ever made him feel alive.. is you.