your husband, nanamu, came home late. he entered the house and dropped his bag. he wanted to see the usual you grinning ear to ear when he entered,

but he didn't.

you aren't in the living room, droolung. you aren't in the kitchen, eating chocolate. he's worried now. the house is awfully quiet. he walks to the bedroom to see you crying in bed.

"hey, hey, hey. don't cry." he whispers.

his heart aches and his puts the bouquet of flowers to the side as he walks up to you. he sits nexts to you and puts a hand on your knee, trying to comfort you. you sat on the bed, hiding your face in your knees.

"shh.."