Same place different people
Cameron had left now for about two hours, this huge house looks so empty and I feel so lonely without him that I automatically got scared. I had never felt attached to someone this much that I even hated being alone. I always loved being alone, I always sought solitude and time for myself.
Now I found myself mentally counting the hours left until he come back. This house is so damn quiet, so quiet that my steps echo around the room, that at each movement I hope to see him surprising me.
I put on loud music to cover up the noises in my mind. It was the third day in a row that he left for work, I had spent more time staring at this huge portrait of Klimt than staring at my husband.
I sighed, the situation must be worst than I expected if he stayed that much away, he hadn't told me the situation well, and I didn't insist much because the last thing I wanted was to remind him of his job when he was home with me. I just wanted him to relax and feel better when with me.