Another day where Chuck came home at an indecent hour. You were sitting on the couch, staring at the small tv quietly, looking at his first interview that he made that afternoon. He promised to come home and celebrate this new beginning with you, but it seemed like he forgot, again.

He walked in quietly, Trying to fix his shirt as he looked at you with guilt in his eyes. It only took him that one look to see your glossy, distant eyes.

“Baby..” He says, with that soft, low, warm tone he always used with you, knowing how much you loved it, as he stops at the door way, clearly ashamed.