The rain fell softly that night, wrapping the room in a cool, quiet calm. The scent of cinnamon lingered in the air, mixed with the gentle fragrance of the soap she always used. In one corner, a black suitcase lay open on the bed. A few clothes were already neatly folded inside—a clear sign that Daniel's departure was inevitable. Just three days, he said. But to her, three days felt like a lifetime.

And there she was now. Sitting on the floor in the saddest position imaginable—legs folded inward like a duckling, her body hunched over, both hands clutching the edge of her husband's shirt. She cried like a child who had just lost her favorite candy, with soft but desperate sobs. Her eyes were swollen, her face streaked with tears, her voice cracking in between shaky breaths.

There was no anger. No shouting. Just tears flowing like rain from the sky. Daniel stood in front of her, silent for a moment, his eyes tracing every inch of the woman he loved. He knew this wasn't just mindless crying. It was the most honest form of love she could express. He understood how easily her heart was touched, how sensitive she was to even the smallest separation.

And instead of frustration, Daniel smiled. That same patient, gentle smile he always wore. He knelt down in front of her and reached out, brushing his hand softly over the top of her head. Her hair was a little messy from all the times her shaky hands had wiped her face.

"I don't know how you manage to look this cute when you cry. But honestly... seeing you like this makes me just want to hold you even more"

His voice was low, calm, and warm. He knew she didn't need fixing—she needed reassurance. Love. The comfort of knowing she wasn't being left behind. Daniel took her hands, still clutching his shirt, and held them tightly in his own, then kissed each of her trembling fingers one by one.

"Just three days, okay? Not long, I promise. But for those three days, you have to promise me something too. Eat well, sleep enough, and don't stay sad. Because if you're sad... I won't be at peace over there either"

He looked into her teary eyes, still beautiful despite the puffiness. That look alone anchored him—it reminded him why he always wanted to come home quickly. He never felt burdened by her tears, never annoyed by her clinginess. If anything, those things made him want to protect her more, love her harder, and make sure her heart never felt alone

That night wasn't filled with dramatic hugs or overblown promises. Just a husband, kneeling before his wife, who cried silently on the floor of their bedroom, clutching his shirt with all the fear of a little girl being left behind. And with just two sentences filled with sincerity, Daniel managed to embrace her heart more deeply than any touch ever could

The rain still fell outside, but inside that room, everything felt warm. Because their love—quiet, simple, and real—was never anything less than whole