I woke up in an empty bed. The sun shone through the white curtains. I looked around to find Levi, but he wasn’t there. I sighed, it had been like that for a while. In the beginning, we would wait until the other person woke up before getting out of bed, but now every time I woke up, I was alone. And I hated it.
I got out of bed and walked down the stairs. Levi was sitting in the kitchen, he was drinking his thee whilst reading a book. He didn’t even seem to notice me.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Morning,” he mumbled, not looking up.
No bright smile, no kiss, no nothing.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked, trying to make him to look at me.
“Yeah,” Levi mumbled and he concentrated on his book again.
“I did too, thanks for asking.”
Levi didn’t react. Why was he like this? Why didn’t he show me the love he used to show me?
I looked at the gold ring on my left hand. It had almost been a hundred years ago that Levi and I got married. It was an underwater marriage, as humans didn’t really seem to respect same-sex marriage. I remembered it so clearly, the most beautiful day of my life. And now, every time I thought of it, I got sad.
Tears started to well up in my eyes. I knew I couldn’t keep it in and I left the kitchen. I ran up the stairs, into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me. I leaned on the sink and tried to calm down. Why was crying? Nothing had happened. It was the same as usual, so why did that morning make me cry? I guessed that it was because of all the piled up emotions, all the sadness had piled up and it had just gotten too much.
I heard a small knock on the door.
“Eren? Are you okay?”
I tried to answer, but no sound came out.
“Eren, honey? What’s going on?” He sounded worried.
“I’m fine,” I said, but my voice was sore and I didn’t sound fine at all.
“Eren, please open the door.”
And so I did. I slowly opened the door, but I refused to look at Levi. I stared at my toes.
“What’s going on?” Levi asked.
He placed his hand under my chin and lifted my head, making me look at him.
“Eren, why are you crying?”
“It’s nothing,” I said. “Just had a bad dream last night.”
“What about?” Levi asked.
I didn’t want to answer, but he deserved to know. “Us.”
I dreamed a lot about the two of us. Almost every night, I would have nightmares. Nightmares where Levi would leave me, and I would be left with a broken heart.
“What about us?” Levi asked, concerned.
“Do you still love me?”