Marcel was thoroughly exhausted by today's event and he groaned in relief the moment his back hit the mattress. He wiped his face with his palm, staring at the ceiling with so many things going on in his head. Today had been a long one for him amid the happy moments.
With great effort, he hauled his ass to the bathroom where he washed up. The cold water running down his body was enough to calm his head and by the time he came out of the bathroom, Marcel felt less overwhelmed by his problems.
Lying down on his bed, Marcel hugged the pillow that was in the position where Arianna should have been. Shit, he hated this distance between them. He missed her so much like the air he was breathing. Marcel missed pulling her warm body close to him at night. When things return to normal and he is back in his bed? At this rate, he would not be able to sleep tonight.
