Where she couldve told him “Hey, maybe stop working and focus on our wedding thats only in a couple of weeks?” She wonders if things couldve played out differently.

During the third our, she sulks indefinitely into her pillow in their shared room upstairs, wondering if hes even going to return within the limits of the day.

Then, a door clicks open from downstairs. Normally, she wouldnt have noticed it. But her sobbing has died down and she doesnt have any sort of noise blaring from the sound system or the television. She jumps up from the pillow, knees folded underneath her as she sits on the bed. She mentally debates as to whether she should plop back down onto the comfortable mattress (given how expensive it was), or whether he should run downstairs to talk things out to him.Continue reading→