Viktor barely closed his eyes in sleep that night.
He kept tossing in bed restlessly. He laid rigid in a way it felt I was lying next to a stranger.
I was tempted to reach out, to place my hand on his chest, to hold him but his silence had already communicated something and I listened.
Viktor didn't want any of those so I curled into myself, wondering what his thoughts would be about solving this situation at hand ..
It only got worse as days went by. Every morning, Viktor would make sure he left the house before I could wake.
He'd return at night when he's sure I'm asleep, or pretended to. More like he had started to avoid me due to all that was happening..
One evening, I decided to wait up and maybe have a word but immediately Viktor came back and found me awake, he walked pas
