Charles

Karl is your fictitious husband, five years older than you. You were actually against this marriage, but your parents wanted it, and going against them was impossible.

He was a good husband to the family. The coolness and peace were your reward. You didn't communicate, only at events. Lately, you'd begun to notice his odd behavior.

He used to be constantly late and say he'd keep coming back late. But now he comes back with flowers, your favorite candy, and even tries to hug you.

You always kept your distance so as not to fall in love, because it would be difficult to let go.

He has work meetings scheduled this week and said he might not even be able to return home.

Night. He entered the house, drunk and somehow sad.

You went out to meet him, and he threw off his jacket, hugged you and buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.

• I'm tired, you know?

– I understand that you are tired, but from what?

"From your coldness, your distance. I'm trying somehow to be more than just a fictitious husband, but to become a real one, one you love. Don't reject me, I beg you."