he was drinking himself to numb the pain, and I knew I'm the one who caused the pain.

at four in the morning, I was sur

he did smell of alcohol. I lifted his shirt, wanting to see any

at down, running his han

ked once again, not g

nor fight with some peop

your wounds," I said, try

hurt. This is not m

ing how I could soften the blow I

h when he said, "D

off for so long. Everytime when we have to talk about the issues in our marriage, yo

a blank stare, and I kn

is right now. I want

wn on the bed with a hand covering his

ace for five years with him. He was infuriating. I loved every part of him, and every

e. Let's sleep," Drew said, h

nniversary, I sighed and went to him. He scooted to th

He kissed my forehead, then whispered, "Sleep well, m

____

then checked the time. It was ten in the morning. Before I could wonder w

g my forehead. "Happy

ppy anniversary. What

ed, then walked

e'll drive to the hiking trail. We

ime are we

t us to have enough

ing for the day, Drew

had a single rose acco

hanking him for

clothes for camping.

e, then chose the clothes I'll take. I opened Drew's ba

eel the cold like y

close his bag when I saw red on one of his shirt. It's the shirt he was wearing yesterday w

s eyes, but it wa

ble when I went jog

ha

t's not even my

nything? Are you sure you'r

om me. "I'm fine, Leon. Let's fini

the shirt back into his bag and zipped it. I g

r hands. I was still worried and I felt like he w

more often if it's going to get

that," I scolded. He's taking this lightl

rry, my