You wake up earlier that her, wanting to leave the house before she wakes up. You feel her subtle movements, feeling the warmth of her hand over yours. Guilty feelings plague you, not wanting to meet her gaze. She asks you if you will be home early today, a hint of expectation on her words. You don’t answer her, shaking her hand off yours. You get off the bed not daring too look back. Or else you will unable to lie to her.