This story really doesn't go with any book, anime, or movie. It's just a bit of a random drabble. You can fit it with whatever characters you like. :)
It was Friday night, and he had promised to be home by eleven. It was one. She had given up hope and gone to bed. It was like this all the time.
At first, when they were first married, everything seemed so perfect. He had a great job, although slightly busy. She had gotten her dream job, teaching, and occasionally volunteering at the local retirement center. For a while, everything was great.
Then, he became busy. He got busier and busier. There were less nights spent stress free, just the two of them. The nights that they could spend together were always tense, rushed, and hurried.
No more late night cuddling, or talking. There were more nights where she laid in bed alone, while he was still in his office. More nights spent staring at the door, waiting for him to step into their penthouse.
She was alone again. Being alone was so familiar to her. Too familiar. She hated it, but she couldn't do anything about it.
This is my first story, so please be lenient. I hope you enjoyed this. I was reading some stories earlier, and this just popped into my head, so I wrote it. Any comments are welcome. :)