On one stormy evening.

The clock ticks louder than thunder and rain behind closed windows. Nothing but silence filled the room as you wait for your husband to arrived back home.

It's already midnight and he still hasn't arrived.

Then, a cold knock made you jumped. Alas he arrived.

"I'm home"

You heard through your door. His silhouette seen through your window. Hurriedly, you opened the door and welcomed him.

He came, exhausted and wet from the storm. But you sensed something off. He had a blank gaze and his body so sluggish and tired.

He collapsed on your shoulder, retiring for the day. His heavy body clinging to yours.