A little game after a tiring, long day at work was a strange but enjoyable way to relax. He found himself sitting on the couch next to the coffee table with you on the opposite side, sitting on the floor.

The game was Monopoly. The game was simple; whoever goes bankrupt first, loses. Right? He was a little competitive and very teasing when he was a step closer to winning.

It was your turn now. His eyes weren’t focused on the die that you rolled. His attention taken by the game-money in his hands, subconsciously counting it. As the die came to a stop, he noticed you went silent, causing his head to tilt up and look at you.

“Huh? What’s wrong, honey?”