Christine sometimes found herself hating being alone without Erik but it was also something that had become common. After all, he had recently been focused on his latest composition and that had caused her to not see her husband for many days. But she could not argue with him. His music meant a lot to them both and she would not stop him from doing something that he loved. Something that he is exceptional at. A composer cannot be stopped from composing even by his wife. Especially by his wife. Yes she missed him when he left her side, even for the briefest of moments, but she loved him enough to not complain. To allow him that freedom that he needed.
She had put off going to bed for as long as possible but soon found herself longing for the comfort of their shared room. But she could not sleep yet. She had to wait for him. So she picked up a book from the library on her way to their room. After going through her nightly routine she settled into the large, soft bed and dimmed the lights down to a level that would enable her to read but would not be too heavy on her tiring eyes. But soon her plan to stay awake disappeared and her heavy eyes fell shut, her head resting back against the headboard and her fingers growing slack on the book.
She was unaware how long she had been sleeping for when her eyes opened once more. The book had gone and she could hear the distant sound of running water. He must be home. She ran her fingers through her mass of curls and sat up a little more, hoping she looked at least a little presentable. It did not take too long for him to emerge and, briefly, she was overwhelmed by how handsome he always looks. Especially with his damp hair making him seem so vulnerable. But when he did not smile she felt her heart sink.
"Something has happened." It was a statement. He could not claim that nothing has happened, she could feel it.