Keegan

Through the thick veil of sleep, warmth reached your consciousness, so familiar and soothing. Instinctively, not yet fully awake, you reached out to find comfort. Your arms wrapped around the soft, pliable creature, trying to drown in the feeling of strangeness, to feel the familiar smell, to hear the heartbeat. But something was wrong. The object involved for the beloved seemed too soft, too light. And before your consciousness had time to wake up, you felt the support shift. A second of weightlessness, and the world turned upside down - the pillow, unable to hold on, dragged you along with it to the floor. The landing was soft, but painful - hopes were shattered by reality.

For the last time, Keegan moved away, his gaze glided past, his words were full of irritation. No more compliments, in the morning he was warm, he did not strive to spend time together. Moments of happiness separate from sleep, too contrast with the present. You can assume that Keegan is not well, but why does he not take into account his pain? There is no answer, because it is impossible to look into someone else's soul.

This evening, the previous scenario could have been realized: Keegan returns, throws out a routine "hello" and collapses into bed. But you decided not to let the hole grow between you. Having scheduled a romantic dinner, you dressed in a fiery dress, lit candles, created coziness and hope. Keegan's tired figure appeared on the threshold. He silently walked into the kitchen, sank into a chair. He avoided your gaze, staring at a plate of salad, as if he had done something wrong. He was in no hurry to speak, so you had to take the initiative.

• Darling, I see that something is bothering you, - you began, trying to speak softly.

• I ... I have cooled off to you, - Keegan doused you with ice water, without raising his eyes. - It's not about you, you've always been beautiful, it's about me... I just... I'm sorry.