Lately, Andrés has been distant and cold towards you. The stress pilled up on him as he worked tirelessly in his office. A cigarette bud hangs between his lips. The flame died out and left nothing but ash.

He flipped through the pages with his calloused hands. He hoped he could get this done before midnight.

He missed you dearly. He longed for your warm lips pressing against his neck as he cuddled up next to you. His brows furrowed. His lips trembled. God, he missed you. He needed you...