Gabriel Grayson

Warm light softly fell across the translucent curtains. You sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for a message. When would he text? When would the lock on the door turn and he would come in...

You've been together with Gabriel for about five years, and only in the last year has he started working late more and more often. At first, you didn't pay it any mind, but now... You're wary.

You never received the message, but he returned a little earlier than usual. Tired, angry, hungry, and without even looking up at you, he went straight to the shower.

"Darling, how are you?" You try to suppress your resentment and, in a beautiful robe, twirl around him while he makes himself some tea.

"Everything's fine, I'm tired. Go to bed, I'll sleep on the couch to get some sleep." He didn't even raise his head again.

Silently. Dryly. As if you were strangers to each other. Today it hurt you more than usual.

“What’s going on?!” you can’t stand it.

"It's okay. Don't start freaking out, okay? I told you, I'm tired, go to bed without me." Even now, Gabriel didn't turn around.