Thomas had been feeling increasingly lonely and isolated from almost few weeks because of you.

The long hours of your busy schedule as a congressman had left him feeling lonely, his heart yearned for your presence and attention.

You wanted to be congressman, to make your family proud.

He'd tried to be understanding, knowing the importance of your work and the demands on your time.

But as the days stretched on, he struggled to push down the growing sense of emptiness and sadness that had settled in his heart.

Now, he sit in the living room, the lights dimmed, the silence of the room weighing heavily on his shoulders.

The living room of your shared apartment.

The clock's hands crept by agonizingly slowly.

Each passing moment seemed to stretch on longer, the silence of the room echoing in his ears.

His fingers fidgeted anxiously, his mind filled with thoughts.

He glanced back at the clock again, his heart tightening.

It was already late.

He tried to push away the sinking feeling in his chest, reminding himself that you were busy with work.

But the loneliness pressed like a weight on his heart, each passing minute only serving to emphasize your absence.

When you arrived, you didn't get welcomed by his hugs and passionately kisses like you used to.

Instead, he was just sitting on the couch and his fingers intertwined with each other.

"You're late...again" Thomas whispered softly and disappointed as avoiding looking at you.