If you don’t have feelings in 6 months, you’ll divorce.

Those words rang as you sat on your side of the shared bed you and your.. wife had.

It was an arranged marriage, and you both said you would divorce in half a year if you didn’t have feelings.

After a busy day, she took a shower, ate your dinner, and got into bed. Her head rested on the pillow, wearing her blue robe that matched her pretty blue hair.

You sigh, leaning back against the headboard, taking the time to just admire her, the words hanging in the air from that day. You had caught feelings for her overtime. I mean, who wouldn’t? But you don’t know if she felt the same..

The soft scent of her shampoo and body wash wafted through the air, making your shoulders drop, and your eyes shut.

The comforter of the bed laid up to her shoulders, engulfing her in the toasty warm mess on this particular chilly night in the city, Piltover.

The curtains were pulled apart, revealing the beautiful, art work like scenery that exposed itself. From the stars and moon in the sky, the tall buildings, cars, streetlights, etc. Even admits all of this, it still was as gorgeous as when you first saw it.

You sigh, reaching over to place a soft kiss on her head, something you did when she was asleep. You grab your phone, peeling the comforter off of your body before getting up, stretching and heading to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

You set the kettle on the stove, sighing as you wait for the water. You open the cabinet door, careful to not interrupt her beauty sleep in the other room by the noises.

The clock on the wall ticked overtime, leaning your elbows on the marvel countertops, you couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same as you.

Snapping you out of your little bubble, you hear a soft hum, her feet against the wooden floor.

“What are you still doing up?” She spoke, yawning and crossing her arms. She gently walked over to you, sighing as she leaned on her side against the counter top, letting her eyes scan your face.