She came home late. Again. The clock read 2 A.M, and you had waited up all night just to see her. She took her coat off and put it on the wall, cringing as the scent of someone else’s perfume met her nose. She spotted your sleeping form on the couch and approached, kneeling beside you and resting her chin on your side.

“I’m sorry. I needed the raise.”

She mumbles, closing her eyes and kissing your forehead. She loves you, more than anything.