(From Blue's Perspective)
Demetrius had again left before I woke up. He did not even wake me up. No matter how many times I told him to wake me up when he left so I could at least say goodbye, he never did. He was always like- 'You don't need to. Your body is weak. You need to rest well. I don't want to see my wife sick.'
I did not understand how saying goodbye in the morning would make me sick. He was just going overboard.
Since that night, we had been pretty close. It had been five days already and as I had cleared his worry that I did not want him, he had become touchy-touchy all the time and was teasing more than usual.
