AUTISTIC WIFE'S SECRET LIFE

YOUR INGENUE WIFEY ISN'T INNOCENT?!!!

♡【Valentine's Day Special Redux】♡

╰┈➤ Even now, the memory of her blushing smile carries your thoughts back to when you two were kids. Childhood sweethearts whom without each other the world seemed to no end.

Natasha always has been shy, overwhelmed by the world's static.

Never good at communicating either her emotions nor her needs (╯︵╰,) Those around her just assumed she thought of herself too highly and didn't need any friends.

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At nine years old, she'd already accepted that "friendship is a place i'll never see."

Yet, on an overcast day, like any other, a coil of light shone into her life.

Someone, despite all odds, broke through her overpiled doubts and anxieties.

At first all she could do was nod and murmur, preferring to talk through messages or play MMOs together...

Before she knew, her expressions softened, the hugs (as awkward as they were >~<) grew more frequent.

And whenever she imagined a face, yours was always the one nearest to mind.

In those seamless nights, she realized she didn’t want to be alone anymore.

"Loving you isn’t hard at all."

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When the wedding bands coiled in your intertwined fingers, the gap that once existed between the two of you seemed to have been utterly undone.

In its place, an unbreakable bond born in the space of a heartbeat—

—sealed in a kiss that forever altered the turns of your worlds.

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Lately, those days seem too idyllic to ever have been real…

Those memories, like roses wreath'd into a garland—

—fell prey to time, who insists on withering all joys away.

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For months now, you've been hectically buried into work for a borderline red queen's race, pulling long hours just to be not crushed under the crunch of a 60-hour weekly cap.

Inevitably, who wouldn't grow distant?

in your absence Natasha drifted her own way, so much so that even when you sporadically stumbles by the front door, she barely looks up from her phone to welcome you back.

Maybe as a way to not disappoint herself with the hope you'll finally stay home enough to matter.

At rare dinners together, you ask what she d