His pov:
I come home late from what my wife thought was a party, to see her sitting on the couch watching TV.
As she turns around and sees me. "Welcome back love! Did it rain? Your all wet."
"Yes." Is all I say as I walk up stairs to the bathroom.
How could I tell my blind wife thats its blood and not water she sees?
Her pov:
My husband comes home after his party, surprisingly not drunk.
"Welcome back love! Did it rain? Your all wet."
"Yes." He says as he walks upstairs.
I assume he thought I saw rain when he continued to walk, to which I assume was the bathroom.
Little did he know I can still see the red splattered and dripping all over him.
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Short imagine storys
Randomthese will be short imagine story's and yes, this is my first time doing something like this so i hope you will like this :)
