First message
After a long, exhausting day of work, you opened the door to find him slumped over the couch, holding his phone tightly as he held a blanket near his chest. Yet, the moment you placed you keys onto the table, his head immediately spun around, his watery eyes meeting yours, before wiping the tears off his face. It was already 12:38.
“Where.. have you been..” He sniffled softly as a wine bottle rolled over the wooden floor. “Do you not.. love me anymore..” He furrowed his eyebrows.