"You came back," she whispered.
"Yeah,"
"Did you forget something?" She frowned.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Oh,"
"You."
"I'm sorry," she raised an eyebrow.
"I forgot that, as much as I don't want to, I love you Wilhelmina. I've been gone for a little over two hours, and that has killed me," I whispered, sitting on the carpet with her and wiping her tears.
"I love you, y/n,"
"I love you too. But I think we need to talk,"
"Yes,"
"When did you last speak to her? Tell me honestly,"
"Two months ago,"
"When I found you?"
"Yes. That was the last time I heard from her,"
"OK," I sighed.
"Do you forgive me y/n?"
"No,"
"I deserved that."
"I know,"
"Do you think you'll forgive me one day?"
"Yes."
"I love you,"
"I love you too, Wilhelmina,"
"I'm tired,"
"Let's go to bed and talk tomorrow," I suggested and picked her up, making her giggle.
"Hmm," I hummed, looking at her tear-stained face.
"What is it?"
"I missed you,"
"I missed you too," she smiled, as I put her down on the bed gently, before climbing on top of her and kissing her softly.
"Please don't leave again," she whispered against my lips.
"I won't. I promise," I smiled and kissed her again, taking her little finger in mine and shaking.
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Don't leave Me
Short StoryYour relationship with your wife is coming to an end, but just how long can you keep it going?