LUKE FRIEDRICH
I was woken up by the discomfort on the floor. When I looked outside, it looked twilight, just before sunrise. I got up and stretched my tensed muscles before I went up the stairs to our bedroom. Agatha was already up as the bed was not done and empty.
I went into the bathroom and got her standing in the mirror, brushing her long black hair wearing only a towel.
"Good morning," I said, passing her.
No good morning kiss, or anything... is this what we have become lately? She doesn't even turn to look at me.
"Hi," Hi? Not even babe.
Anyway as, I brushed my teeth, I kept stealing glances at her. I don't deserve her and she does not deserve what I put her through. My woman has to be happy and her day should begin with a smile on her face, but she looks anything but ha
