I remember that day.
We were fighting a lot. I don't remember the issue we were fighting about but that was a huge fight. And then he shouted,
"Tell me why you came to my life?"
And then he just left for work.
I became so upset with that, after some sobbing, I left our house with a big bag. I took the bag off in my old apartment and went for my office.
It's the first time in our two years marriage I left home and came to this apartment.
Whenever we fought, we used to stop talking and touching, I made my own food and he did his only.
But I never left.
After every fight, at midnight, if it was my fault, I used to apologize and if it was his fault then he used to apologize with our special kiss. And then he slept burying his face in my breasts and grabbing one with his hand.
I thought that he would call me and say sorry for what he did, but he didn't call. I imagined him saying,
"I don't know why I said that, but you know I don't mean that. I'm sorry! Darling! I love you!"
But he didn't call. He had pretty good reasons to be mad at me, but still...
I felt guilty. I picked up my phone to call him but suddenly the phrase "why you came to my life" Forces me to stop myself from calling him.
I felt asleep thinking about him, our memories.
I saw him licking and sucking the juice out of my cunt and thrusting his length on the wall of my vagina; he kissed and sucked and pintched my breasts - I can surely say I was moaning loudly.
The next day, I woke up early as I couldn't find the very familiar masculine hands on the other side of the bed. My panties were soaking wet.
Three or four days passed like this, work - thought of him - sleep - repeat.
That day, I tried to call him, the phone rang for a second or two, I hung up.
On that very day, I was in bed, trying to get some sleep, I heard someone was pounding at my door, as if I don't open it he will break open the door. I was really scared! I thought to call the guard but then I went to see from the watching hole that who was it.
It was him. I was surprised! It was almost midnight and it was raining outside. He was soaked, had a great chance to catch pneumonia.
I hurried to open the door and he came in.
Water was dripping from his hair, his clothes were also dripping wet and he had a gloomy sad face. I just wanted to hug him tightly.
- "You called", said he, with his deep voice.
- "So what?" I replied with a rage.
- "I was worried."
- "Hah! Says who!" I tried to mock him.
- "Just tell me you're okay and I'll just leave!" He was irritated.
- "Like you care!"
- "A person who doesn't care about anyone cannot think that someone can care for them."
