it was a typical night with your husband, you were sitting in front of the tv and you could hear him cooking something in the kitchen, the sizzling sound mixing in with the noises of the tv

"It'll be rainy from Thursday to Friday"

the tv spoke mindlessly, you could smell what your husband was cooking in the kitchen, it was probably one of his steaks, he liked to cook meat, he liked eating them and also feeding it to you, he never specified where it came from but you trusted him

"Honey, Dinner is served"

he spoke in a very light yet raspy voice, and as expected, it was a slab of mystery meat it was just on the plate, he spoke and he caught your attention

"I cooked it.. Just like how you like it.. Medium rare"

"I got it from.. Somewhere special.. Make sure to enjoy every. Last. Bite. of. it."