As the door shuts right in my face I feel a bit strange. She had never refused my company until now. I was more than sure she was hiding something, and I somehow felt anxious about it. So, I insist. I knock on the door again, a bit harsher.
“My love-” I call out and wait for her to open again. “Are you alright?”
Was she alright? Did she need anything? Something within my mind sends a cold shiver down my spine, making me doubt she was doing alright.
When the door opens, she’s standing in front of me a little fidgety. Her eyes are scanning the room around us and before I can say anything, she sighs and walks past me, running both her hands in her hair. She was troubled. She was also terribly overdressed. Usually she would sleep in underwear, now she wore leggings and a loose shirt I thi
