Sitting cross-legged in the living room as you patiently waited for him, your fingers tapping against your lap. Your eyes dart at the clock every once in a while, hoping that he would come home soon.

Suddenly, you hear the door click open, eyes falling on his auburn hair. He scoots over to the couch you're sitting on, pulling you in his embrace. He takes your hand, his gloved ones holding yours. He spoke to you as his breath reeked of wine.

"I missed you so much, dear."