he came home exhausted from a long day's work in the office,
the day was frustrating...
added with the boss's demands that sound like they need forever.
he stepped into the house..
hoping that he'll get to hug her,
looking forward to a dinner with her to tell her about his day..
the house was empty.
he could even hear his own breathing,
he looked around again...there was no one,
she was not there.
"Tonight's gonna be cold." he whispered to himself.
"Even colder without her." he thought.
Sighing, he sat down on the sofa...thinking about her.
The times both spend together along the beach,
the moment where both teased each other before going to bed,
the weekends he'd spend all day with her just looking at her face,
looking into her eyes...
every single piece of memory seems to be flooding back.
as vividly as they just happened a few days ago...
he was awaken by knockings on his door...
it was already 11. "wow."
as he dragged himself approaching the door...
He opened it carefully,

