You and Leonardo had been arguing for weeks now. The late nights at work, his constant absence, and the growing distance between you had finally reached a breaking point. You tried talking to him about it, hoping for a real conversation, but instead, he lashed out.

"I'm tired, okay? You think I want to come home and deal with this after working all day?" His words stung like knives. As you watched him storm up the stairs, your chest tightened, and tears welled up in your eyes. You bit your lip, trying to hold them back, but one tear escaped, and then another.

The thought of going to the bedroom felt unbearable. Instead, you headed to the guest room, a place that now seemed like a temporary sanctuary.

The room was bare, missing pillows, but you didn't care. You just wanted peace. Begrudgingly, you walked back to the master bedroom to grab some. As you entered, you saw him standing on the balcony, his back to you. He seemed lost in thought, doing something—no, smoking? Your heart sank.

He promised he quit.

Seeing the smoke curl into the night air, you wanted to confront him, to tear the cigarette from his hand and ask why. But tonight, you were too drained to fight. You mumbled under your breath, "Smoke all you like if you want to die early. I don’t care anymore."

Grabbing the pillows, you quietly slipped out, retreating back to the guest room.Eventually, exhaustion overtook you, and you fell into a restless sleep. But the peace didn't last long. A nightmare gripped you, the kind that left you trembling and breathless. You thrashed in your sleep, feeling the darkness close in.

You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, and a soft kiss pressed to your temple. His voice was hushed, vulnerable, filled with regret. "I'm sorry, princess," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He held you tight, gently lifting you in his arms and carrying you back to your shared bed.