For my dear Savan <3 :D

I have the idea, eventually will edit it.

I know hehehe
just been busy.

So i was thinking, we were a couple, husband and wife, but then something happened... a death of someone close maybe?
wife becomes unbearable, unemotional, no longer interested in her husband and he leaves her.
A year later he goes and finds her. He misses and loves her, but she's still like doesn't need or love him or just prefers not to show it. (unemotional?)Her life style changed, no longer doing what she was passionate about.

so approve? :p you caN edit it a bit.

I'm not sure

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What?

so yes? or not?

love you!

*click click tap click* Fingers running smoothly on the keyboard, making that sweet familiar sound as the fingertips hit each small square that qould form letter in the computerscreen. It may havve been hours long since I've spaced myself into the abiss of my own creative world. By this time, I would have had someone leaning against the doorframe looking towards me, watching as I wwrote and if I still hadn't noticed... Arms would come from behind and wrap around my neck and lips lightly brushing my ear, whispering sweet words, or sometimes seductive words. Bidding me to come to bed, share the warmth it may bring.
It had been months since I have felt that warmth. I finally looked away from the screen. Looked towards the door where she would usually stand. I sighed. This was our cabin home for weekends. It had become my home since I moved out. She was becoming unbearable to live with. She was no longer warm. She was cold. She no lonnger found comfort with my touch. I had no idea what to say or do wwith out her snapping. Ever since the deaths...

I think probably the only thing that would make a women unemotional to everything would probably be a loss of a child or childs. I apologize for it taking so long and probably for how suchish it is.

BIC: I walk around the house doing a little bit of cleaning and cooking myself some food. It just turned into a routine it wasn't like it was me. It was like a computerized verison of myself going through a daily routine not even noticing it. I've been like this computerize human being of myself ever since I lost my son and daughter. How can you live and move on when you know that your children are gone forever and you couldn't do anything about it?

I sighed. I missed her. I admit it. I felt guilty for leaving her. I saved my work, shut my computer screen off, and headed off to my bed. I'm going to see her soon. I said to myself before dozing off

My alarm clock buzzed. Usually I would get up and get ready for work, but this time I got up and headed for my back pack. I only packed the basics hoping that Savannah hadn't thrown out my clothing. I grabbed my keys and drove off. It had been a while since I've seen the city. i had been at that cabin for so long, and behind it we had a garden where fresh fruits and spices would be harvest, and just nearby there was a small shop for basic poultry if needed. In any case I would hunt and have meat stored in the freezer there.
It felt like a long ride. Had plenty of time to think what I would want to tell her, or do... but nothing came up. Would she still be the same person I had left? Would she have turned back to normal and receive me, or would she have resentment?
I sighed once I reached at what used to be our house. Still was our house, but it just somehow stopped to be after our kids died. She blamed me for not feeling enough for them after they passed.

I slam my hand on my alarm clock as it rang in my ear. I grudgingly got out of my warm comfortable bed that I wished I could just stay in all day, every day. But unfortunately I had to head to work and keep to my normal routine. Going into the bathroom and taking a quick shower before getting ready for work. Dressing into a pretty nice dress and making my appearance some what presentable. I never cared about what I looked like anymore I never wear make-up anymore. And I rarely ever wear any dresses, heels or jewelry except for when I go to work. I grab my black heels and slowly walk down the stairs into the kitchen to make a bagel with butter and cream cheese. It's what I always eat every morning, it was all about routine now.

Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_158/set?id=45832308

I was finally in front of the house. I still had the keys. I wondered if she had changed the locks after I left. i parked the car, grabbed my backpack and headed towards the door. The key went smoothly into the doorknob. Two clicks and I was in. The house didn't look different much. I set my pack on the ground I heard heels coming from the kitchen. I leaned against the door frame and looked at her. She looked stunning as usual, especially in black and white colors. She was always the classy looking as for me I was always ruffled. My total opposite.

As I was leaning against the kitchen island eating my bagel. I heard something by the front door. Putting half of my bagel down I brush my hands off and started to walk towards the front hallway. "What are you doing here?" I ask in a flat tone looking at him from where I was standing by the kitchen door.

OOC: Which caracter are you?

I gave her a steady look, my eyes slowly went down her body and back up. "You sure did always cleaned up nice love." I said while ignoring her question.

"I'm still your husband. I missed you." I walked towards her. I knew the chances of her welcoming me with open arms would be slim, but seeing her there right now. I just had to wrap my arms around her as I used to and smell her scent. I walked behind her and did so.