You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

Taking the coffee cup in her free hand she slowly takes a sip before replying, "Yeah..." She pauses for a moment before asking another question as if it's all just natural and normal for someone to come back from work this late at night with their spouse there waiting for them. "So... What time did you want to go out tonight?"

Her voice sounds cold, distant, tired, argumentative and quick-tempered. Not like the way she used to speak before when they were still new or even just not that long ago but now it seems that her feelings for him have drastically changed over time... Maybe it's because of how often he stayed out late drinking with his friends or maybe it's something else entirely, either way things haven't been the same between them in a very long while and she doesn't know what to do about that.

The sensation of his lips against her forehead causes her to freeze up slightly but only for the briefest moment before she manages to force a smile onto her face, albeit a somewhat cold and distant one. "Okay..." She replies slowly, still sounding tired and slightly irritated by his presence.

Taking another sip of her coffee, she turns around and begins walking back towards the living room where their bedroom is located. "Goodnight..." Her voice trails off as she disappears into the darkness, leaving him alone to go to sleep.

Yawns as she stretches her arms above her head in the bedroom of her house with the cool morning breeze gently brushing across her skin through the partially open window. The curtains are drawn over and the sunlight is peeking through, casting a warm, golden glow upon the floor.

Angelica rolls over on the large bed, feeling slightly disoriented from having slept in for so long but at the same time grateful that she was able to get some rest last night after returning home late from work yet again. She glances over at the alarm clock on her nightstand and notices it's almost 10 A.M already, way past the time she usually gets up for work on weekends but since today is Saturday she figured she could take things easy... maybe even spend some quality time with Abdiel if he wakes up first before rushing off to his chores or hobbies.

Her gaze wanders from the alarm clock back over towards the direction of where her husband should be sleeping in their shared bed, only to discover that he's nowhere to be found, not even a single crease in the sheets indicating that anyone else had been laying there beside her all night long. This both worries and slightly irritates her at the same time... She wasn't expecting him to go out already but then again she also can't shake off this nagging feeling that maybe he just wanted some time away from her.

Deciding not to think too much about it for now, Angelica rolls out of bed and heads into the bathroom where she begins preparing herself for the day ahead, completely ignoring the fact that today is their anniversary... a thought which manages to escape her until later on in the afternoon when she happens across something that reminds her of it.

As she rummages through her clothes in the deepest part of their walk-in closet, searching for something suitable to wear today, Angelica comes across a photo album on one of the upper shelves that they hardly ever look at these days. Intrigued by the idea of revisiting old memories, she picks it up and begins flipping through its pages until eventually she lands on a photo from their wedding day. That's when she notices the date printed neatly along the bottom corner: today's date.

Suddenly realizing that it's their anniversary, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over her as she remembers how she had completely forgotten about it until now. It also surprises her slightly that Abdiel hadn't mentioned anything either; usually, he would have been the first one to tell her about important dates like this. But then again... maybe he just didn't care enough anymore or perhaps he was trying not to remind her of something they used to share but no longer did.

With a sigh, she sets the photo album back on its shelf and continues searching for clothes that she can wear without attracting too much attention from anyone else around them at work today.

Noticing that her husband has come into the room as well, she tries not to let him see the slight frown forming on her face as she thinks about forgetting their anniversary again this year. She tries her best to put on a casual expression but knows it's probably failing miserably since he's been with her long enough now to know when something is off about her mood.

Angelica decides not to say anything about it for now, hoping that maybe he'll bring it up himself or at least give her a hint as to what she can do to make things right between them again... but deep down inside, she knows that things have been this way for too long and nothing seems capable of changing it anymore.

With a shrug, she turns back towards the closet and continues searching for something suitable to wear today without saying another word about their anniversary or her feelings regarding the situation.

Not paying much attention as her husband leaves the room, Angelica continues rummaging through their walk-in closet until finally finding something that she thinks will do for work today. Without another thought given towards their anniversary or anything else really, she finishes getting ready and heads off to the office where she can focus on something - anything really - other than her crumbling marriage and failing feelings for her husband.

Throughout the day at work, Angelica finds herself lost in thought more times than not, trying to figure out what went wrong between them and whether there's still any chance of fixing it or if they've just grown too far apart over time. She tells herself that maybe this is all just a phase they're going through right now but deep down she knows that something deeper has been brewing beneath the surface for quite some time now... and she isn't sure if either one of them are willing or even able to address it anymore.

When she finally arrives back home after yet another long day at work, Angelica finds herself once again greeted by the silence of their empty house. Not bothering to change out of her work clothes right away, she decides to make herself comfortable on the couch instead and just chill out for a bit before heading off to bed early tonight.

As she sits there, lost in thought as usual, she can't help but wonder why things have turned out this way between them... it used to be so much better back when they first met and started dating. Now it feels like all that's left are arguments and cold shoulders and empty promises of something more that neither one of them seem willing or able to deliver anymore. With a sigh, she lets her head fall backwards against the soft cushion behind her, closing her eyes as she tries not to think about any of this for now... maybe tomorrow will bring better things for both herself and Abdiel.

Noticing how worn-out and disheveled her husband looks as he enters the house, Angelica can't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over her. It hadn't been easy for him at work either, she knows that much... so why does everything still seem so distant between them? Why do they both seem unable or unwilling to try harder in their relationship anymore?

Taking a deep breath and forcing herself out of her thoughts, Angelica decides to make an effort tonight. Maybe if she's nice and supportive when he gets home from work, it'll help bridge some of the gaps between them. Standing up slowly, she walks over towards him and lightly places a hand on his shoulder before speaking up softly. "Hey... you must be tired. Why don't you go take a shower and change into something comfortable? I'll order us some food and make sure everything is alright around here." Her voice sounds gentle, caring almost... but whether or not it will make any difference remains to be seen.

"Oh... okay," she says hesitantly, not sure what else to say or do in this situation. She watches as her husband disappears into his home office, closing the door behind him. With a sigh, she decides that maybe it's best if she just gives him some space for now and leaves him alone until he feels like talking or needing something from her.

Wandering back over towards the couch where she was sitting earlier, Angelica settles herself down once more and picks up a magazine from the coffee table, trying to distract herself with its articles and pretty pictures while she waits for her husband's return... or perhaps even just until sleep finds its way into her exhausted body tonight.

"Oh, hello," she says with a small smile as you walk back into the room. "I was just about to order some food. Is there anything specific you were thinking of?" Her voice sounds polite and casual, though there's still an undertone of slight awkwardness between the two of you.

You can see her sitting on the couch in her work clothes, looking somewhat tired herself after another long day at the office. The magazine she was reading earlier lies forgotten on the coffee table beside her as she turns her attention back towards you expectantly.

She returns your smile, feeling a tiny bit more at ease as you come over and embrace her. "Pizza sounds good," she replies softly, relaxing into the hug for a moment before pulling away slightly.

"So... what's new? How was your day?" Her voice is still polite and friendly, though there's an undertone of curiosity as well. She leans back against the couch, one leg crossed over the other, waiting to hear about your day at work while she tries to ignore her own weariness creeping up on her.

As you continue chatting with her, Angelica finds herself starting to enjoy the comforting presence of your arms around her and the warmth that seems to radiate from your body. It's been so long since they were able to just relax together like this... she almost forgets how much she missed it until now.

Her eyelids begin to feel heavy, and soon she finds herself nodding off against your shoulder while you talk about work and life in general... For the first time in weeks, perhaps even months, Angelica feels at peace.

"Hmm... maybe just for a little while..." Her voice trails off as her eyelids droop even further, and she succumbs to the gentle pull of sleep. In her dreams, she finds herself back in happier times with you, laughing and enjoying each other's company like old times... it feels so real that for a moment she forgets about everything else around them.

With each passing breath, she grows more content and relaxed in your arms, her body becoming heavy with sleep as the events of the day finally catch up to her. You can feel the warmth radiating from her body as it mingles with yours, creating an almost tangible sense of comfort and closeness that you've been craving for so long now... It's a welcome relief from all the stress and tension that has plagued your relationship lately.

As she drifts further away into slumber, her breathing slows and deepens, her face smoothes out into a peaceful expression. You can't help but smile down at her as you gently stroke her hair and watch over her while she sleeps... Perhaps this will be enough to rekindle some of the lost feelings between you, at least for tonight.

As the hours slip by unnoticed, your arms remain wrapped tightly around her body, holding her close against you as if afraid that she might disappear if you let go even for a moment. Her soft breath tickles against your neck and chest, each inhale sending another wave of warmth through you.

Despite the comforting feel of sleep, there's still an underlying tension present beneath the surface; one that you can't quite shake off or ignore anymore. It eats away at the peacefulness that has briefly settled over both of you, reminding you both of all that remains unresolved between you.

With a sigh, Angelica turns her head slightly so that she can gaze up at your face in the dim light filtering through the windows. Your expression is soft and gentle, but there's an air of sadness about it that breaks her heart all over again. She doesn't know what to say or do anymore; every time they try to talk things out it seems like they only end up hurting each other more.

Tentatively, she reaches up with one hand and brushes a stray strand of hair from your forehead. Your eyes meet hers in the darkness, and for a moment neither of you says anything; instead, your feelings play out across your features like silent whispers in the night air...

Her heart aches with sadness, frustration, and regret as she looks into your eyes... She wishes things could go back to how they were before... but she also knows that might not be possible anymore. Perhaps all they can do now is try their best to find a way forward together, even if it means letting go of some parts of themselves in order to keep the rest from crumbling completely.

Her hand remains where it is, hovering just above your face as she waits for you to make

Her heart leaps into her throat as you lean down towards her, pressing your lips gently against hers in the softest of kisses. It's a tender moment that feels almost like an apology for everything that's happened between them; a promise that perhaps things can still be fixed if only they try hard enough...

Her hand slides from your forehead down to cup your cheek, her fingers stroking the stubble there as she deepens the kiss. She moans softly into your mouth, wanting more of this connection with you; it feels like everything is slipping away unless they hold onto each other tight enough.

With her other hand, she runs through your hair, tangling her fingers in the loose strands before pulling slightly, urging you closer still. Her breath comes faster now as their kisses become more urgent and demanding; it's like a spark has been lit inside of her, igniting every nerve ending into flames.

She feels your free hand press against her lower back, urging her even closer against you as you grind your hips against hers in time with each heavy breath they exchange. This newfound passion between them burns bright and hot, chasing away the lingering shadows of their unhappiness for just a moment... It's like they can forget everything else except for this connection, this need to be close to one another.

With a whimper, she tilts her head back slightly, arching her spine as sensation washes over her in waves; it feels so good and right that she doesn't want it ever to end... Even though part of her knows that things still aren't okay between them, for now at least this moment of passion seems like enough.

Her eyes snap open as she feels you ask her this question, the moment shattering as reality comes crashing back down around them once more. "W-what?" She stammers, feeling a flush spread across her cheeks as she tries to make sense of what just happened between you both. A part of her wants to say yes; to take this further and pretend that everything is okay for now...but another part knows better than to let herself fall into denial again.

With an unsteady hand, she pushes herself away from you, sitting up straight on the couch as if suddenly realizing where they are and what they've been doing. "I-I don't know... I think we need to talk," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's so much going on between us... We can't keep pretending that it's all okay when deep down we both know it isn't."

She looks away, unable to meet your gaze anymore as the weight of their issues settles heavily upon her once more. She doesn't want things to be like this anymore; she wants everything to go back to how it used to be before... but she also knows that in order for that to happen they need to confront the problems between them head on and try their best not only to save their marriage, but also salvage whatever is left of themselves as individuals.

She hesitates for a moment before finally looking back over at you. Your expression is one of vulnerability mixed with hope; it breaks her heart all over again but also fills her with determination. "I love you too," she whispers softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "And I want things to be better between us... but we can't keep pretending that everything is alright just because we say it."

She pauses for a moment, thinking about how best to phrase her thoughts. "I think maybe the first step is admitting what we've both done wrong and figuring out if there's any way for us to fix it... Because I know I've made mistakes, too, and I want us to be able to move past them."

Her eyes plead with you silently; she wants you to understand how important this is for her. She doesn't want to lose you, but more than that she doesn't want to lose herself in the process of trying to salvage their marriage. It has to be worth it; it has to mean something or else what was the point of ever starting it?

The mention of your fatigue and inability to touch her hits her hard; she hadn't realized how much the lack of physical contact had affected both of them until now. "I understand that you've been tired," she says softly, trying not to let her voice betray the hurt she feels from your words. "But I think we both need... to find a way to reconnect with each other."

She looks down at your hand holding hers and takes a deep breath before continuing. "I know it won't be easy, but maybe if we can just take things one step at a time... slowly..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of their problems again.

The darkness around them seems to close in tighter, making it harder for either of them to see clearly or find their way back out of this mess they've created together. But despite everything, there's still a tiny flicker of hope burning inside her; it's small and fragile but persistent nonetheless. And she clings to that hope as tightly as she can, refusing to let go even in the face of so many obstacles arrayed against them.

She looks up at you as you caress her cheek and feels herself relaxing slightly beneath your touch. "Yes," she whispers softly, swallowing hard before continuing. "I think... we both need to find those strengths within ourselves, don't you think? To remember what it was that drew us together in the first place?"

Her eyes search yours, looking for any sign of agreement or understanding. She can see the hope reflected there and it gives her courage; maybe if they can just reach out to each other and find their way back, they really can make things work this time.

With a slow exhale, she leans in closer to you, pressing the side of her face against yours. "We can do this," she says with more conviction than she feels, but hoping that perhaps by saying it out loud she can make it true. "Together."

Her heart skips a beat as you kiss her; the passion behind it ignites something deep within her core. She moans softly into your mouth, tangling one hand in your hair as she arches her back against you. Her other hand finds its way beneath your shirt, exploring the warm skin of your chest before moving higher still until it reaches its destination: your bare skin pressed against hers.

With a small gasp, she breaks the kiss for air, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. "I want this," she whispers hoarsely. "I need us to be close again... together." Her fingertips trace circles around your nipple, teasing and taunting until he hardens under her touch.

She leans in closer still, feeling the heat radiating off of you as their bodies align in perfect harmony. With a small sigh, she lets herself sink back into the couch, relaxing into your embrace once more as they continue to explore each other; seeking connection and solace through touch and words... hoping against hope that this time it's enough.

A moan escapes her lips as you touch her intimately; the sensation sends shivers down her spine. She arches her hips into your fingers, encouraging you to go deeper as her body responds eagerly to your ministrations. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin almost painfully as she tries not to lose control entirely beneath the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Abdiel..." She gasps his name, breathless and hoarse from the force of her orgasm building inside her. "Don't stop... please..." Her hips jerk against your fingers, her thighs trembling as she tries to match the rhythm of her body with yours.

Her eyes flutter closed, her head falling back against the couch as sensation after sensation washes over her in waves; it feels like everything is building towards something incredible... She can feel herself growing wetter for you, aching for the pressure of your erection against her. "I need...," she whispers, voice thick with desire and need. "I want..."

Her body shudders violently beneath you as she comes apart in your arms; her voice cuts through the room as she cries out your name in ecstasy. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She arches her back and gasps for air, barely able to process the intensity of what just happened between you.

For a moment, she lies there catching her breath; her heart racing wildly in her chest and her body humming with satisfaction. Then, slowly but surely, reality begins to seep back in: they're still on the couch from earlier... everything else is untouched... it feels almost surreal how quickly they went from arguing to making love again.

With a sigh, she opens her eyes to look up at you; your expression is one of contentment and relief mixed with confusion and concern for what all this might mean for them moving forward. It's the same look that's been in your eyes since earlier tonight when she first tried to confront you about everything that's happened between

Her breath catches in her throat as you push into her, filling her up completely with your hard length. It's painful at first, but the discomfort gives way quickly to pleasure; she arches her back against you as she surrenders to the sensation of being taken so roughly and fully by you. Her fingers clutch at your shoulders again, digging into your skin as she tries not to scream from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Her hips move in concert with yours, urging you deeper still; her legs tremble beneath the effort of holding you up while she takes every inch of you inside herself. "Abdiel..." She moans your name hoarsely, each breath ragged and shallow as she struggles to keep from coming apart at the seams from this intense pleasure.

Her eyes meet yours for a moment, filled with desire and wanton need; her expression begging you not to stop even though it hurts so good and she's not sure how much more of this she can take without losing control completely. But as their bodies move together in perfect harmony, driven by lust and the desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, they can find their way back to each other through this intense connection... anything feels possible once again.

Her body convulses around you as she comes apart beneath your assault; her voice raw from the force of her orgasm. She shudders violently in your arms, her fingernails digging into your skin as she clings to you for dear life. Tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and pleasure as she lets out a strangled cry of ecstasy mixed with pain.

Her hips buck against yours, urging you deeper still even as her body protests the relentless pounding it's taking from you. She can feel you so close now; she knows that if you just go a little bit further... But as much as she wants it, part of her is terrified of what this might mean for them both.

As the last waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her weak and spent in your arms, Angelica closes her eyes tightly and whispers a silent prayer that maybe this time things will be different... That maybe they can find their way back to each other through all of this mess they've created.

Her body trembles as you come inside her, your hot seed filling her up and spilling out over her swollen entrance in a sticky warmth that's almost too much to bear. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly against the tears burning at their corners, trying desperately not to break down completely right now as she feels you move slowly away from her.

It hurts almost more than it did when you first entered her; she can feel herself being emptied and filled again with this strange new thing that's somehow become such a vital part of them both. As your weight leaves her body, she curls into a ball on the couch, wrapping her arms around her knees as she tries to catch her breath and process everything that just happened between you.

A tear finally spills over the edge of her eye and tracks down her cheek; she's not sure if it's from relief or heartache or both. Maybe tomorrow they can figure out how to go from here... maybe tonight they should have just gone back to sleep. Either way, for now all she can do is lie here and try to sort through the tangled mess of emotions churning inside her until she finds some small measure of peace once more.

She sniffles slightly, wiping her cheek on the sleeve of your shirt as you hug her close. "It's okay," she whispers, feeling a little guilty for letting her emotions get the better of her like that. "I just... I don't want things to always be like this between us. I wish we could find our way back to how we used to be."

Her head nestles against your shoulder as you wrap your free arm around her, holding her close. There's a part of her that still hopes they can make it work; that they can find their way through all the hurt and confusion and emerge on the other side stronger than ever before. But there's also a small voice in the back of her mind telling her that maybe things are too far gone for that now... maybe they've gone past the point of no return and she just needs to accept it instead of hoping against hope for something more.

"No," she whispers after a moment, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I don't want that... I just need some time to think... about everything." She pulls away from you slightly, looking up into your eyes with a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty. "Can we talk more about this tomorrow?"

There's a brief flash of pain in your expression before it's replaced by understanding. You nod slowly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her back against your chest. "Of course, amor. Lo siento por todo esto; quería que fuera perfecto." Your words are soft, gentle... like a balm on the raw wounds she's been hiding beneath the surface for so long.

She leans into you, relishing in the comfort and safety your touch provides even as she knows that everything they thought they knew about their relationship has just changed forever. Tomorrow may bring new challenges, but for tonight... at least there's this: each other and the hope of finding a way forward together through whatever darkness lies ahead.