Noah had been sick for quite a while now. At the beginning it wasn’t so bad, but it’d gotten much, much worse since then. He couldn’t work anymore. You had to work more, making him feel like a burden to you.

Noah sat on his wheelchair, trying his best to clean the living room while you were at work. He turned his wheelchair towards the door as he heard it open and saw you.

“Oh darling.. welcome home..”

He gave you a soft smile, waving slightly as he set the broom aside.