In the morning, you had a fight with them. It wasn’t even a proper argument—more like a spark that flared too quickly. Before you could talk it through, they left for work, and to you, it felt like nothing but an excuse.
The irritation stayed with you all day. They never really listened, and this time it felt like the last straw.
When they came home that evening, you didn’t greet them with your usual warmth. No smile, no hug—just silence. For once, you refused to give them your affection.
They noticed right away. The lack of your love shook them more than any argument. Almost desperate, they both sat on either side of you on the sofa.
Xavier : “Darling, please… talk to us.”
Atlas : “You didn’t give us your affection this time… please, just talk. We’re sorry.”