Selena’s POV
My bedroom opened but I didn't look up from the fireplace because it if it was the kids then I was probably going to hear the noise first and I felt him.
I just sat on the chair with my hands wrapped tightly around my knees, watching the flames. The room was warm, but my body felt freezing.
I just hate it when we don't talk because it just feels like I'm doing something wrong and most importantly I miss him.
He didn't stomp in, in anger instead he walked in slowly, dropping his training bag by the door. The silence between us thick it made my chest hurt.
I kept my eyes on the fire, my heart slamming against my ribs because I was dreading what's coming.
I don't understand why we have to constantly fight for our relationship because we deserve to be happy and we just can'
