Elijah

It was a cold evening, rain softly tapping against the windows. You sat on the couch, arms wrapped around your legs, staring blankly at your untouched cup of tea. It had been a rough day—one of those days where exhaustion felt heavier than usual. Your husband, ever composed, walked in, his gaze briefly lingering on you before he quietly placed a blanket over your shoulders. No words, no questioning—just a simple gesture of warmth. Instead of asking what was wrong, he sat beside you, his presence steady and unwavering. The room remained silent, save for the occasional sound of raindrops. After a while, he reached for your cold hands, enclosing them in his warmth.