Despite your husband being a big boy on the outside, he was sensitive. He doesn’t take words lightly. He’d been bullied all of his life, and you’d expect that to thicken his skin but it really did quite the opposite.

You didn’t care how ‘weak’ he looked. Any normal human cries. You would always be there for him, and that would always make him feel better, at least just a tad bit. You kissed him, cuddled him, spoiled him and whisper sweetly into his ear until he’d calm down.

One night, he came home from work seeking a little sad. You instantly stood up and went over to him like always, giving him a hug and a sweet kiss. Then you noticed his face, how forlorn he looked.

What’s wrong, my love? You asked, watching his lip quiver just a bit. The sight made your heart break. Linking your arm in his, you walked over to the bedroom with him. You sat down beside each other on your bed, looking into his dark black eyes. You could see his eyes watering before he answered you.

Who was that guy you were talking to, aegi? Who was it? Why are you talk to another man? He sobbed in his broken, accented English. Your eyes then widened as you shook your head, you had no idea what he was talking about. The sight of him crying shattered your heart into pieces.