Jennie loved working on her new novel when Nick went to work. It was a mystery crime novel she was writing, and she was every bit invested in it. 

However, whenever she got tired or her mind was foggy, she would go to the neighborhood park and sit on a bench right under a tree. It was one of the coziest places she had found, and soon made it her second home.

Jennie would sometimes sit there for hours with nothing on her mind. She liked the sound of trees rustling, the neighborhood kids playing at a distance with their dogs, and the silence...It was a serene silence. One that you would get when you're all alone in the world with nothing to care or worry about.

But in retrospect, Jennie hated it. She hated the silence as much as the peacefulness to it. She felt suffocated. Looking around her, she often wished she could run far away from everything she ever built and create a new life for herself.

She wasn't sure why she felt that way or why she wasn't opening up to Nick about her feelings, but as soon as she got home, she would regret every single feeling and thought she had at the park. She hated herself to the point of no return.

Her thoughts would keep her up at night, and she would end up pacing the living room like a ghost. She would sometimes make herself some tea to calm down, or cry on the couch while watching a random TV channel. 

Jennie hid her tears and sadness from Nick, because she didn't want him to feel as if she didn't love him or care about him. Perhaps it was just a phase she was going through...it could be that she hadn't gotten used to moving into their new home.

Now that she remembered, she still hadn't unpacked some of the boxes yet. They were still tightly closed and scattered in different rooms.

Maybe once she got home, she could finish unpacking the rest. She wanted to do that with Nick, but he suddenly became so busy. He would come home tired, and she wouldn't feel like giving him any other work. 

Jennie eventually went back home, her train of thought intact. As she stepped inside, she inhaled deeply and wished that, just for tonight, her feelings and thoughts would go numb.

She wanted to smile genuinely at Nick tonight, make him a genuine dish, and give him a genuine kiss before they went to sleep.