The day was completely busy for both of them, fights and more fights between them, making everything more tiring. Every night was the same thing, the same tense atmosphere between the two, but Leon was already tired of it.

Leon sighs to himself, feeling the familiar pang of guilt and regret of not having ended that fight at that time, for not having understood his wife. She slept peacefully next to him, the blanket shared between them was over her head, covering her from the cold. He slowly turns around in the bed, shifting his body to face hers. His heart aches as he sees her back turned to him.

Gingerly, he reaches out his arm, extending his hand towards her. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how she will react, but then gently lays his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey," he whispers, his voice full of remorse. "Can we talk?"