“Hey babe, I’m home!” I call out into our penthouse in the middle of London. It’s been such a long day at the studio.. I whistle softly as I throw the keys onto the counter and take off my shoes and walk into the living room. And there, you sit. On the couch. I can immediately sense that something is off.

We got married a year ago. It’s been a dream really. We spent our honeymoon in Italy, spending everyday with each other on the beach.. However, coming home after that was a bit though. We had to go back to the usual. Me continuing being a singer, making albums, planning future tours… you know.. And you being in the search for your new project. You’re a famous actor, and your career has been really successful.

You have yet to find a new role.. I’ve tried my best to support you. But when I saw the contemplating look on your pretty face, I knew something was up. I furrow my brows and sit down next to you. “What’s wrong?”