Andromeda glanced at her sleeping husband that has few band-aids on his bruised body. She exhaled as she glanced at the calendar. It's already after one early in the morning. Christmas day. They were supposed to have a nice dinner and watched movies and make love until this time, however, a sudden turn of events just break all those plans.
She felt like she's been stabbed many times as she recalled the incident a while ago. She nearly lost him. She nearly lost herself. She exhaled. If he will die, she will probably die with him. It will be more painful than the time that he left her.
Every day, thinking that he will never come back? It would crush her heart every day. It would crush her slowly until she will not think straight and would just end the pain. She slid off from the bed and strode to the walk-in closet. She reached the drawer hesitating a little until she noticed the ring that she's wearing.
