He clenched the back of his neck and rubbed absently as he paced helplessly around their bedroom. He couldn't make himself shower or get ready for bed. All he could see was an empty bed, one she should be in, her scent enveloping him as he slept.
She was his security blanket. The only solid thing in his world where everything else was uncertain. He'd taken her for granted, had shit on her repeatedly over the last two years, and he'd never realized the extent of his neglect. Until now.
He'd done what he'd vowed never to do: Made her feel unwanted. Invisible. Just as her parents had done. Self-loathing ate at him, digging a yawning chasm in his heart and soul.
How could he possibly imagine a future without her? He was scared shitless. Fear like he'd never experienced gripped him by the balls and had a stranglehold on his throat.
