I'm in my room sleeping from the time I reached home till now.
My mom didn't disturb me the thought of I'm tired because of trucking.
I also didn't go out of my room scared of what if my mom notices the bruises on my body.
I sent him a message once I reached home. He also has a flight to fly to New Zealand last night.
He can't contact me once he entered the pilot cockpit after all he is still co-pilot.
I received a message from him, Take care, and Miss you badly.
He said that He missing me, I'm going through it. Time to time I'm scrolling the pictures we took.
The photos are showing me the moments.
I'm in his arm.
He is sleeping in my lap.
Our hands entangle on the gearbox.
He biting my ears.
He carrying me in his arm.
I'm under his embrace.
I stroking his hair.
I'm looking
