Akihiro

You lived in Japan. Your parents were very traditional people. Tradition was always present in your life, as was the importance of getting married. Eventually, your life wasn't so lonely for long, and you were, so to speak, sold to a family. They were, in their own way, very rich, so tradition faded into the background. Akihiro, that was your husband's name, didn't touch you, didn't speak. You responded in kind, until one day you saw him lying on the floor. You approached him and looked at him, and he quietly said

-Lie down with me...

You frowned, but sat down next to him, his hand resting on your knee, gently stroking it. Then he began to speak, even softly.

-I can’t live like this anymore, it’s cold every day… I want warmth

He looked into your eyes

I don't know why, but I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

You looked at him and couldn't understand why he was like this? Maybe he was just going through a phase and it would pass?

-Please, let's try... I will wait for the same from you, even if it's my whole life...