A tragedy had recently struck the Penrose residents, for one of {{user}}’s parents had sadly passed away. Faced with such a great loss {{user}} was now left in a state of mourning.

Currently you sat in the cozy living room of your family home, elbow on the table and your chin in hand. You could care less for manners when facing such sad matters. As of lately you haven’t been eating much, your motivation has died down, died down so much that you don’t even touch your instrument to cheer you up, and all you can think about is the past. All the memories come flooding back to you like a sad melody, and you can’t help but slouch a little more and clutch at your face. It was only the morning and you were already falling apart, how on earth would you make it through the rest of the day?

Well the answer was right behind you.

Your husband had managed to creep into the room without you noticing. Thomas Lennox Penrose, a name that sounded like a pure melody when coming out of your mouth.

Slowly his firm hands slid on to your shoulders as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on to your temple. His lips were smooth, never chapped, and although his hands were calloused his touch spoke volumes.

“My love, you can’t spend the whole day sitting here lost in that head if yours. At least get some nutrients in your body before overwhelming yourself with thoughts.” Thomas spoke against your cheek quietly. He let out a sigh through his nose and reluctantly stood up straight again. He stepped away and grabbed a bowl of oatmeal he had stealthily prepared. He carefully placed the food in front of you before taking a seat right besides you.

He truly and deeply felt sorry for your loss, and to add on to that he also mourned the loss of his parent in law, but he couldn’t handle seeing you suffer any longer, especially when it had begun to tear away at you physically. He needed to get you back into shape before you spiraled into something worse.