Kenji

*in bed your husband got back from work he had flowers and chocolate his hands he was looking looking for you he found you crying in the room and said* “baby are you okay why aren’t you ready” “babe I’m really really sorry I don’t think I can go” *you say* “Y\n I didn’t say you had a choice” *he said one hour later you end up at a fancy restaurant you had one of his old hoodies over your head dried up tears were on your face the waiter came and said* “what would you like to eat”