‘Please.. Please.." she repeated that one word over and over in her head. Tears ran down her cheeks as she sat on the bed in the dark room. She knew he’d come home, she just knew it, but still her brain played a cruel trick on her.
“He will come home. He will. He will. He will.” she whispered out loud, trying to believe in the words.
She hated feeling so helpless but she couldn’t help it.
Just then she heard the jingle of his keys as the door opened, shining the hallway light into their little studio apartment.
He saw her sitting on the bed; crying and sadness filled his heart.
“Baby, what are you doing? Were you worrying yourself again?”
She silently nodded as the tears continued to fall.
He let out a deep sigh, closed the door and walked over to her. Kneeling in front of her he took her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “I will always come home to you.” He gently promised. “Do you understand? You are my home. I love you.”
She smiled meekly even though they both knew it would happen again tomorrow.

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