Tuesday, Luke

I had just gotten home, and the house was silent, with no lights on to illuminate the place.

"Honey?" I called, after slipping off my shoes and putting on my slippers.

I soon entered the kitchen, only to see my husband drunkenly crying with 2 empty bottles of wine next to him.

"Don't cry-" I said to him, as I walked over. He looked up at me, eyes empty and red. He took a shaky breath, breaking the silence that had started to deafen me. "Luke, I'm so sorry, " he began. I looked at him with pity, and let him speak. "I was alone-" he said. "Go to bed," I said, deciding that'd be best. I prepared some aspirin and some water as he trudged to our room. He lied down, hugging his pillow tightly, and I placed the objects I had on the nightstand next to him. I sat down and brushed my fingers through his hair, calming him. Once he drifted off to sleep, I changed in the bathroom and left to clean up after him.

Once finished, I slumped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and stared for a bit, feeling empty. Eventually, I grew tired and turned it off, and slept on the couch.

Wednesday, Luke

I woke up to see the house spotless, "a surprise?" I walked through it and everything seemed perfect. Like it wasn't lived in. I walked into our bedroom, to see it empty. I quickly left, wondering where the heck my husband was. I soon came back to where I slept and examined the area closely.

There was a note.

I'm at my brother's place for a bit.

I'll be back in 2 days.

Don't come looking for me.

-Owen

'Great.' I thought.