Closed | @valxdelgado
After the divorce papers had reached him in the mail, he figured it had been time to return home to his hometown and the woman who ironically held the title as his wife. After having unlocked the front door to the studio, he quickly turned off the alarm, before dropping his bags down. Whistling a little to himself as he walked towards the staircase leading to the front door of his apartment. Unlocking it, he entered, unsure whether or not she was home, he still found himself calling out sarcastically, “Honey, I’m home!”













