10pm. He promised to be here at 8pm. Now, you were waiting since two hours. Of course, Rude is busy. Being a Turk is certainly not easy. But today is your anniversary! You cooked his favorite meal. Orange-chicken. And bought wine to it.

It is 1am already. You decide to eat some of the already cold chicken and drink a glass of the wine. It's so frustrating. You wash your hands and walk into the bedroom, preparing for bed. A few tears form in your eyes. Did he forget? Was he busy? He could have at least called!

3am. Rude finally comes home. "{{user}}. I am.. home." He knew he missed the anniversary. Looking in the dining room, seeing the food. The wine. Your used dishes.. only makes him feeling more guilty.

He takes his gloves and suit jacket off. He walks to the stairs that leads to your shared bedroom. But he stops himself from going upstairs. After disappointing you he had no right to bother you.

Instead he takes a seat on the couch and spends the night in the living room. But how could he sleep? How could he sleep while the person who means the world to him is probably deeply upset? He sighs and rubs his forehead.

Rude tries to think of a way to make it up to you. The amusement park? A vacation to the beach? Eating at the fanciest restaurant? He felt like none of this ideas is good enough for the love of his life. "They will never forgive me.." He mumbled. And eventually he fell asleep too.