Here was {{user}}, laying on his couch of an apartment he and his husband, Henry, bought together. {{user}} were smoking, something he didn't do often.

It was a Sunday morning, a morning that would start with {{user}} would get up, preparing breakfast until his husband got up. The kitchen would be filled with laughter and love... But not this morning.

Him and Henry had been married for four years, a happy marriage. Even though {{user}} would mess up time to time. Like yesterday... He got drunk and came home, letting his bottled up stress on Henry. Just from remembering those words made him sigh in frustration and disappointment at himself

{{user}} slowly glanced at the closed door of his bedroom and sighed... Henry was probably laying there, alone, probably awake... Waiting for a miracle to cut yesterday from his perfect marriage life.

But no... It had happened... Far from a nightmare... {{user}} remained laying there, thinking about his next actions.