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Liv sighed as she pulled her car into the garage of her home. Anthony wasn't home, like she had hoped. She wanted to be wrapped in his warm arms, held, and told that everything was going to be okay.
At this moment though, nothing was okay. The very opposite of that.
Liv quit her job today. It was just too much to handle. Her boss was overbearing, he co-workers talked down to her. She hadn't had a day to herself, or with Anthony, for months.
Finally Liv snapped and they all got what they wanted. They got her to break. Liv screamed, cried, and told them she was done.
Sitting in her car right now, she thought it was all a mistake. Not only did Liv think she made a fool of herself, but now she was thinking Anthony was never coming home.
The tour was over, but the guys have already started recording. Which meant Anthony's brain was on one track and there wasn't much room for anything else. That included her.
Liv finally got out of the car and walked into the house. She immediately drug herself up the stairs into their master bedroom.
Anthony's scent still lingered in the room, letting her know he hadn't been gone long. That also meant she was going to be spending most of the night alone.
Soon enough Liv was in her shower letting the hot water cascade off of her skin. Her muscles that were tense when she got in, were now relaxed and Liv was feeling a small bit better, when she stepped out.
She still missed Anthony's presence, wishing she could hear his laugh and his voice.
Instead of calling him, and possibly being a bother, Liv walked back downstairs and plopped onto their couch. There wasn't really much on TV. And the house was quiet.
Liv was left with her thoughts, and her mind was full of them.
'You're so stupid Liv. Why did you quit? You should've just sucked it up like you always do.'
Liv fell onto her back. "Shut up." She mumbled to herself.
To any other person, Liv may have appeared crazy. But what would you do in her shoes?
Liv couldn't get her brain to turn off. It was always jumping to conclusions, assuming the worse, even when she knew better. What was she to do? All she could do was sit alone until Anthony came home, if he did.
Right on cue, Liv heard the lock of the front door click, and the door opened. Anthony walked in and called out to her, "Liv? You home?"
