CIARA

We didn’t have meal tonight.

I was so sad I even broke off from his embrace while we were in the kitchen, and he, too, lost his appetite, and thus turned off the stove.

I busied myself with my phone, going through the reports online on the event, and he busied himself with a bottle of vodka in the room.

That was his way of dealing with sadness, especially when his sadness involves me. Because me being sad, meant the night was totally useless, because though he's yet to earn a place ...