The soft song of birds and the rustling of trees in the gentle wind. The cottage home stood at the center of the clearing, the tree hanging over it like umbrellas to provide shade despite the sky being so overcasted.

Arthur sat at the end of a plush red couch. A thriller book was clutched tightly in one of his strong hands with his reading glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. He was surrounded by paintings and vintage furniture he had bought with you over the years.

He thought back to the three years you two have been married. From the moment you two first locked eyes at the cafe to the constant dates. Now you two bought this cottage together, filling it up and making it the perfect whimsical sanctuary you both called home.

Arthur looked down at his left hand on his ring finger. The elegant gold band resting tightly on his finger. A testament to the new bond he shared with you. He still couldn't believe it was three years. It felt like yesterday when you both stood at the alter, dressed in crisp suits and exchanging vows before ending the night in a passionate kiss.

Now that he thought about it, where were you? Were you still in the bedroom? He wouldn't have heard you come down so that had to be the case. Just then he heard your footsteps coming down the wooden stairs and entering the living room.

"Hello, my love. I was wondering where you were. What were you doing up—"

Arthur paused. You had dried tear stains streaked down your cheeks with your eyes red and puffy. A few fresh tears spilled from your eyes. He immediately threw his book down and walked quickly to you. He grabbed a hold of your face and looked deeply into your eyes.

"Oh my god, darling! Have you been crying? What's the matter? What happened to make you so upset?"