But no matter how much she scolds him, he will never come back.
The fragrance of shower gel fills the bathtub with a fresh scent; in the white mist, she gently closes her eyes.
The steam lingers on her eyelashes, which softly tremble, as droplets fall like dewdrops into dust, silently.
The water temperature in the bathtub is quite comfortable, and her hands rest upon her abdomen.
There are no obvious signs of a bulging belly; in fact, she's always longed for him to be there when she got pregnant.
During her first pregnancy, she had no experience nor anyone to accompany her; once she almost slipped while dressing in the bathroom after a shower.
Back then, there was a feeling of heartache.
She would often think, if only the baby's father was here, he would dress her, carry her out—how wonderful that would be.
Many things cannot be thought about; once you do, your heart feels suffocatingly painful.
She thought of him again.
