She pulled him with his collars towards herself with all her will instead of just crashing her lips on him she just felt his lips with her's. her weak hands trembled around his collars.Her tears were flowing silently.
He was in the complete state of...
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As they left the dining table, her husband gently pulled her along, their footsteps echoing in the hallway. She cast a sideways glance at him, expecting some kind of explanation or clarification about the dramatic events that had just unfolded. But to her surprise, he remained silent.
As they entered the room, an uncomfortable silence settled between them, thick with unspoken tension and unresolved emotions. He glanced at her, searching for the right words to break the silence, but found himself at a loss.
She, on the other hand, waited expectantly, hoping for some sign of acknowledgment from him. Perhaps a simple inquiry about how she was doing, or reassurance that he wouldn't leave her again. But as the moments stretched on, and no words came from his lips, disappointment clouded her expression.
For so long, he had distanced himself, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night, avoiding any meaningful interaction with her. But now, as they stood together in the dimly lit room, the tension between them was impossible to ignore.
As she gazed into his eyes, longing for some form of comfort, she hoped he would embrace her, hold her tightly, and make everything feel whole again. But deep down, she knew it was too much to ask from a man who had been so distant and emotionally unavailable.
With a gentle smile, she accepted her reality, understanding that love from him was something she couldn't force or expect. Silently, she pulled her hand from his grip, a subtle acknowledgment of the emotional distance between them. Despite the ache in her heart, she resigned herself to her fate, bracing herself for the loneliness that awaited her once again.
With a heavy heart she turned away, busying herself with preparing the bed for sleep. Each movement was deliberate, a silent declaration of her resolve to carry on despite the distance that had grown between them.
As she tucked the sheets and fluffed the pillows, the weight of their strained relationship hung heavy in the air. And though neither of them spoke a word, the gap between them felt wider than ever before.
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His POV:
As I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself at a loss. How could I begin to explain the turmoil that had consumed me, the doubts and fears that had driven me to distance myself from her?
