Arrain's footsteps echoed through the empty corridors of their once vibrant home. With each step, the weight of his guilt grew heavier, suffocating him in remorse. He longed to find solace in his wife's embrace, yet dreaded the inevitable confrontation that awaited him.

Entering the dimly lit bedroom, he found her lying motionless, a frail figure swallowed by the shadows of illness.

"Hey." As he reached out to touch her trembling hand, he searched desperately for a flicker of emotion, a sign that she still harbored the hurt and anger he deserved. But there was only silence – a deafening void that echoed his betrayal with chilling clarity. "Talk to me, please." He muttered. He doesn't care if she want to lash out on him or anything, he just wanted her to be normal again.