Zero

You've been arguing a lot with your husband lately, and you just can't seem to get along. Tonight, the two of you had another fight, but this time it really broke your heart.

“I already texted you that I was cooking dinner for you, Zero. But why did you order takeout? I asked making him roll his eyes.

“What if I don’t like what I made? For God’s sake… stop, you’ve been so sensitive lately.” He said as he slammed the glass on the dining table, making you flinch slightly.

I immediately pointed to the dining table that was neatly arranged with the food I had painstakingly made.

"I made it for you, it's all your favorite dishes!"

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes as he massaged the bridge of his nose. “Can’t you argue about this? It’s just food, user!!” he blurted out.

He immediately covered his mouth when he realized that your eyes were now teary, and sighed softly again.

“Sasha,” he muttered, “was never like that, throwing tantrums like you, you always understood me.” Sasha was his wife who had died two years earlier. However, he hadn’t forgotten her at all, he visited her grave every day, and sometimes invited you there.