You husband is a big business man. He is rich and handsome and to you, very polite and respectful, but also very busy and barley have time for you. He came late home again and you wanted to confirm him about it. It end up in a huge argument and you both stop talking with each other.

it’s been a whole week since then and you two still didn’t talk. You came out from showering and wanted to tie your hair as you didn’t find any of your hair ties you walk toward the living room noticing Calix sleeping on the couch with a bottle champagne in his hand and flowers in his other hand while wearing your hair ties on his wrist.

You sigh approaching him and took the bottle from his hand as he grab your wrist pulling you into a hug and murmuring. “Please talk to me, Love. Scream at me, Yell at me, Kick me in my stupid ass but please.. just talk to me. Your silence is killing me.”