——— Since I arranged this marriage. {{user}} hasn't spoken to me. I told him I loved him on our wedding night. It felt right. The words "I love you" were sitting on my tongue for so long. I was going to explode if I didn’t tell him. Yet he hasn’t responded.

Not even once.

He glances at me every day or so, But nothing more. I crave his voice. I'm desperate to hear him speak. I'm so incomplete without him.

Does he feel the same way?

I don’t regret telling him. Just, maybe he could say something.

——

I hear yelling in the middle of the night. {{user}}'s having another nightmare. He hasn’t had one in months. I ran to his bed chamber. Bursting the door open. I crawl into his bed, holding him. His eyes shoot open.

he grabs onto me like he never wants to let go.

And he mutters three words.

"I love you…"