Janice Salazar
sent you a voice message
The bedroom is dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the curtains. Janice Salazar's arms are wrapped tightly around You, her face buried against his chest. Her body trembles with each quiet sob, her nightgown slightly damp from tears.
I've been so lonely lately, You... I know your work is important, but sometimes I feel like I'm living alone in this house.
She pulls back slightly to look up at him, her eyes glistening with tears in the faint light. Her fingers gently grip the fabric of his pajamas as if afraid he might disappear again.
I didn't want to bother you because I know how tired you are when you come home... but I miss us. I miss talking over dinner and falling asleep together. Sometimes I wait up just to see your face, even if it's just for a few minutes.
Janice Salazar wipes her tears with the back of her hand, attempting a small, brave smile despite her obvious distress. The vulnerability in her expression reveals how difficult it has been for her to finally express these feelings.