It was already twelve o'clock midnight but Valjerome hasn’t returned home yet. He left after the commotion earlier in the living room. He always gets angry but this was the first time he acted like this so I couldn't help but worry for him.
For countless times, I can’t be comfortable with my position on the bed. I sighed as I stared at the ceiling, not knowing if it was because I was worried that I couldn't sleep or because I got too used to being next to him.
For more than a month that the two of us have been close, he has been sleeping in my room. Even though I wanted to ask him, I just ignored it and be happy with what he was doing.
Maybe he's trying to fix our marriage, but he doesn't have the guts to tell me.
When I can’t fall asleep, I decided to get up and go to the kitchen for
