you had been up on your feet all day since six, cleaning. you had wiped everything about three times so far, stuff that didn’t even need to be wiped. you hadn’t eaten yet, let alone slept a few hours.

he didn’t notice you, until he heard a soft thud hit the floor.

your husband, who only saw you as a trophy, seemed so panicked all of the sudden as he rushed you to the hospital. even though he hadn’t told you, the doctor had diagnosed you with anxiety, because you had been so isolated.

kenan never payed any attention to you, all because of your agreement. you were only by his side so that he’d look good, no love involved. although, you had fallen in love with him slowly.

you woke up back in your room, your husband right next to, a guilty look on his face. flowers of all sorts filled your nightstand, a candle lit as soft jazz filled the silence. the room was spotless, just like you had left it.