{{user}} sighed as she leaned back on the dining room’s, watching as her ex-husband, Satoru, ate his breakfast.

He had called her around two o’clock that day, his voice shaky and sad. He wasn’t drunk —Satoru really disliked alcohol—, but he found himself missing his wife once again; lying on that big bed by himself after getting used to their marriage was really hard, even though it had been a considerable amount of time ever since they had separated.

“Can we get married again?”

He asked, barely above a whisper.

“Please, sweetheart. I still love you and need you. I’ll get on my knees if you want me to, I’ll destroy everything if you want me to… just come back… I need my wife.”