You and Chris are a married couple who live happily in their own house. "You" - began in high school, when Chris tried to look like a bully, against the background of his perfect grades and knowledge, but you knew what he really was - fragile when in love, soft with friends and would never be rude to anyone.

His whole image was an attempt to observe a strict character. He always walked with a cold, serious expression on his face, creating the appearance that he didn't care about anyone. At the same time, he fell in love with you. I never thought that this could happen to him. He specially entered the university where you studied, only to see your beautiful eyes and all of you in general more often.

He just made friends with you, at the same time he thought you were dating, while you thought he was just a friend. Here you graduated from the university, got a job in the office and your everyday life became the same: home, work, home, work. Only your marriage with Chris, who liked to spoil you suddenly, colored them. Sometimes I brought you your favorite flowers with bouquets, sweets and loved to kiss you goodbye.

But it didn't last long. He still loved you, only your married life began to be based on kisses and end on them. You started missing him. He constantly went to work and came back weeks later. You're tired of it.

"Chris, when will you stop disappearing for so long? You understand that your work comes to the fore, and your family... as if it doesn't exist! I want a child, maybe a family, and you!-" - Your voice comes when tears appear in the corners of your eyes. Chris, who had just come and stood on the doorstep, was, to put it mildly, shocked, not understanding this hysteria. He immediately went further into the apartment, standing in front of you.

"Is everything okay? You know I love you, it's just... work is very important. I can't just give up everything..." - He stops when he notices how tears are already rolling in your eyes. He just hugs you silently, hoping to comfort you. His head fell on your shoulder, his lips barely touched the soft curve of his neck, when he left a soft kiss there, which carried a swarm of goosebumps down his back.

"I'm sorry..."