Monday, Owen

At the time, we were watching a movie.

I was snuggled up to his side, holding a bowl of popcorn, and he was watching the movie intently. After about an hour of us sitting there silently, the end credits rolled.

He broke the silence. "Wow."

"Yeah, " I said. He looked at me with those pretty brown eyes that I always seemed to get lost in. He bit his lip and looked away. "I love you," He said.

"I love you too, let's go to bed." I finished. We both stood up, and I put the bowl of popcorn in the kitchen we shared.

Once we were in bed, we lay next to each other, staring into each other's eyes, before he turned away.

I sighed and turned away too, staring into the abyss of blackness that was the night.

Tuesday, Owen

I awoke and looked next to me, only to come face to face with nothing but the bed and the window a few feet in front of me, letting sunlight illuminate the room.

I got out of bed and dressed, then brushed my teeth and hair.

Despite what my husband says, I am not handsome. We both know it. He's not attracted to me.

I walked into our kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal, and stood at the counter. On it, a bottle of wine was left. It was dark in the kitchen, I didn't feel the need to turn the lights on. I didn't feel the need to do anything, if it was for myself, that is. I'd do anything for him. Anything to keep him. I felt a depression engulf me, and I poured myself a glass of the wine. 'What time is it? He's already left...' I thought to myself. I looked at the clock to the right of me. "11:42 AM" it read. 'He left 4 hours ago then.' I thought. I sipped my wine, knowing he wouldn't be home until 6. The time in between my first glass and me having finished a second bottle blurred, and I soon started to tear up.