Music Recommendation: Repeat Until Death by Novo Amor.
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"How was your day?" Dominic asked, his voice mild, and almost too soft for a man like him.
Celeste paused in the doorway, caught off guard by the sound. He hadn't spoken much, or should she say not at all? He hadn't spoken to her in days.
Not since the hospital. Not through the funeral. Not even in the car ride home. And now, as if nothing had happened, he tried this thin thread of conversation.
She studied his face for a moment, but his eyes wouldn't meet hers. "You don't have to speak if you don't want to," she said quietly.
With that, she crossed to her side of the bed and slid under the duvet. The rustle of fabric was the only sound between them.
"I'm sorry," Dominic murmured. The apology was so faint, and so fractured, that she almost thought she imagined it. But she heard the catch in his voice.
