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It was 7pm. Bryan was in the living room having a glass of whiskey, when the door bell rang. He didn’t bother to let the maids get the door, since he was expecting Amy. He downed the rest of his whiskey and stood up from the couch to answer the door.

On opening the door, he saw Amy. She looked terrible. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Her hair looked like she had ran her fingers through it for over a million times. Her makeup was smeared and there were traces of dried tear marks on her face. In total, she looked exhausted.

Bryan was surprised to see her looking like this. She looked far worse than he had expected. He couldn’t control his emotions anymore, he brought her close to his chest and wrapped his strong arms around her small frame. He was the cause of all this. He shouldn’t have been hard on her.

Amy wrapped her arms around Bryan’s torso, silently crying into his hard chest. Her throat was sore from sobbing for a long period of time and she was too weak. She hasn’t ha