Dylan’s POV
That morning, the office seemed like͏ it usually did—big glass walls, sun shining off the surface. But inside me, something felt dark. I got out of a lift, nodded at the security guard and walked to my office. It wasn’t even a full week since Carissa and I married but it already felt like I had been holding something I couldn’t say for months.
The computer turned on. The meeting plan was tidy. All things went like normal, and perhaps that’s what made it all seem so strange.
This habit... this beat... should of been nice. But all I felt was a strange nothingness.
I looked down at my hands, the ring on my finger caught the light, shiny softly under the lamp in the office.
The same band I had on when I said those promises—holding Carissa’s hands, gazing into her eyes and promising I would always be by her side.
And I reall
Carissa’s POVI swallowed hard. “I understand work is important. But if there’s always an ‘urgent’ reason, when will we ever have the time?”He rubbed his temples, as if holding back frustration. “I don’t want to argue first thing in the morning. I appreciate that you made breakfast, but that doesn’t mean I’m deliberately ignoring you.”His words made my chest feel hot. “It’s not just about breakfast, Dylan. The problem is you always say ‘later’ or ‘next week.’ I’m only asking for ten minutes.”He set the thermos down on the table a little harder than necessary. “Ten minutes for you could mean an hour late for the project I’m handling. And it’s not as simple as you think.”I froze. His curt tone shattered whatever peace we might have had this morning.He looked at me briefly, then let out a long sigh
Carissa’s POVThe sound of my phone vibrating on the table made me turn. A message had come in. From Dylan.[Working late. Don’t wait for dinner. Go to bed if you’re tired.]I stared at the screen for a long moment, trying to guess the tone hidden behind his short text.I knew he was busy.I knew his projects were piling up.But a small part of me had hoped he’d add I miss you or at least Be careful at home alone.I wiped the foam from my hands, grabbed my phone, and replied:[Okay. Take care!]His reply didn’t come right away, and I didn’t expect much. I already knew his pattern. Dylan was the kind of person who, once buried in work, could forget the world around him.After washing the dishes, I sat on the sofa. The living room lamp was dim, the only light coming from the silent TV. Any movie felt bland when my mind wasn&rsquo
Carissa’s POVstared at the phone screen in my hand. Dylan’s message was still open—short and to the point.[I’ll be home a bit late. There’s an extra meeting.]No emoji, no sweet words. Just a brief sentence like that.Normally, I would understand. He’s been busy lately. But somehow, this afternoon felt heavier. Maybe because I had prepared dinner since noon, hoping we could eat together. Or maybe because I missed him, even though we’d only just seen each other this morning.I walked to the kitchen, checking the dishes I’d already cooked. Steam still rose from the chicken soup. The rice in the cooker was ready. But the atmosphere in the house felt cold.Not because of the air conditioner, but because of the silence.I thought about calling him, but I knew there was a good chance he’d answer in a rushed tone—or worse, not pi
Carissa’s POVDylan sat by me, this time with little space between us.“Carissa,” he said quietly, “I know I’m not great yet. But I want us to talk about the small things without making space.”I closed my book and looked at him."I want that as well. But you must keep in mind, tone is important. Sometimes it’s not the words which hurt but how they are said."He nodded, his expression serious.“Noted. I’ll work on that.”We didn’t talk again after this, but the quiet now felt different. Not the sort that made walls, but the sort that gave room to breathe with each other. I laid my head on his shoulder and he let out a long sigh like a little load on his chest had been taken away.I knew that this bond would not be all easy. There would be some mornings fi
Carissa’s POVI was putting the eating table when a note alert showed up on my phone. I guessed it was from Dylan, but it ended up being from my old work group chat. A coworker had sent a picture from our goodbye party I smiled lightly, thinking about that day.Before I could answer, the flat door opened. Dylan came in, arms of his shirt rolled up, hair a bit messy. “Sorry I am late,” he said placing his work bag on sofa.“It is fine,” I said quick, scooping soup in bowls. “I warm it up already.”He sat down but his eyes stayed on his phone. His hand moved the spoon around without really lifting it up.“Aren’t you hungry?” I asked.“I am just waiting, give me a moment I needs to answer this email.”I let out a soft breath. This wasn’t the first time he came home with hi
Dylan’s POV"You know Dad said softly, I used to feel the same way. With your mom but it turns out learning to be a husband never really ends. Their always something new every day The important thing is never stop learn"I was still for a bit. “Carissa is so kind Dad she always helps me with the small stuff I forget sometimes”"That means you are fortunate. But she is lucky too, because you wish to learn. Marriage isn’t about who’s best, it’s about who is willing to grow together.”I nodded, even though he couldn’t see it.“Thanks, Dad.”“If something occurs, don’t wait to speak to me. You might be a husband now but you’re still a son.”I smiled. “Yeah, Dad. Thanks.”After the phone call finished, I sat still for a bit. Many things