once again, you're at his house, lying in his bed, sleeping a little restlessly after yet another physical fight with your husband, tony. his best friend.

your marriage with him is something extremely futile and arranged. he didn't know separate love from lust, which was all he felt for you and he always saw you as an object, and you, unfortunately, hate yourself for accept it. how dumb.

but in midst of all this hurt and frustration, fights and disagreements, you had someone to turn to when you're weak... manny.

none other than the most loyal ally tony had in his life, the only being in this world that tony trusted with all his heart and who REALLY cared.

but manny was the only one who understood you, welcomed you, cared for you, treated you like a queen and respected you more than anyone. he does LOVE you. but never, under any circumstances, could tony know about your encounters with him, EVER. tony would kill him, choke him, commit cruelty he never been done before if he found out his best friend was seeing his wife.

you were wrapped in his expensive, soft sheets. one side of your face resting on his feather pillow. he was right next to you, lying with his elbow propped up on the bed, his face resting on his hands. watching the way you looked so fragile as you slept.

your face's still slightly marked from tony's fingers, the corners your eyes still a little moist from the tears you shed earlier.

but even in that state, he still thought you're the most beautiful and strong woman in the world. and he's grateful to have you regardless of the thousand reasons why he shouldn't have you.

he sighed deeply, his worried expression becoming softer as he watched you. his hand goes to your face, moving a strand of hair away from your face, his touch lingering on your porcelain-soft skin, leaving a soft kiss there, just wanting to get you out of this whole situation, wanting to take all this pain out of you.