waiting for him

chapter 1

Sitting in the living room, I stared out the window of this ridiculously large penthouse the grey city making me even more melancholy than I already feel. Lamppost lights flickered on as rain started to pour down heavily. How much more duller can this city become? Umbrellas were pulled out immediately and the tiny heads disappeared from view. Now what was I supposed to do? I had already cooked dinner and the maid had left long ago leaving me with nothing to do. I wish I was able to work just so I could get out of this overly dressed prision but Edward insisted I stay home and be a 'good wife'. It's funny because in three years of dating, Ed supported and encouraged my hopes and dreams. Now they were nothing..

I reach out and turn the TV on just for the sake of some noise - not really paying attention to what was playing.
Edward had changed since our marriage. He used to be fun, romantic and caring now he's short
Tempered, rude and mysterious.
He's barely Even presant and its driving me crazy but for some reason i still love him.I was so lost in thought that I hadn't realise what time it was.
Ed, who didn't like me using that nick name anymore, was probably going to be home from work in a moment. I made my way to the kitchen and set out the table. passing a reflective surface i realised what I had on wasn't presentable so I slipped inside "our" room and put on a dress. Looking in the mirror I sigh: I was going to have to use some makeup to fix my tired face. Staying up really had taken its toll but I worry when he's not home. Applying a little foundation and concealer i glance at myself one more time before making my way to the door.

A few minutes pass before I hear a knock at the door. I immediately open
It to avoid pissing him off. I open my mouth to greet him but he just puts a hand up and walks to our room. A troubled expression on his face tells me to quietly sit at the table. I use this time to bring out our plates. After a moment he comes out and sits down at the table. He doesn't say anything and I attempt to break the silence.
" how was work?" I say sounding way more joyful than I feel.
"Good" he replies not looking up from his food. UGH I hate it when he treats me like a stranger. It makes me want to scream and cry at his face but all I do is sit and smile.
'that's great!' I gush happy to get a word out of him.
" do you like the food I made? I used a different recipe and I made a new kind dessert" I said when I noticed he had only eaten a few bites stopping to check his phone.
" I already ate" he dismissed me and got up and went to go. My heart sunk watching him make his way to his office room. Why can't he just love me back again? Could he see my pain? And if he does why does he choose to ignore me!? The answer to these I did not know but Im going to find out soon.