You and Simon have been married for three years. The honeymoon phase was wearing off yet you spoke nothing about how you felt. Simon had no clue had you didn't have the heart to tell him. How could he know when you swore up and down the day you two got married that his long deployments weren't a problem?

Standing in a silent house, you washed the dishes with the only noise being the rush of cold water, yet nothing was colder than the empty house. At this point, it was rinse and repeat. All the chores were always done with nothing else to do at home except for waiting for Simon to come home.

The silent creak of the front door echoes in the house. Now that Simon thinks about it, it's been ages since he did some handy work. He walks right past you with not uttering a word, not even looking at you. Plain silence again.