Leo was losing interest in his girlfriend. At first, he ignored it. I mean, clearly she’s the love of his life. Fits every category for green flag- and checks all his boxes for his type. Hell, she even knows about his past traumatic childhood. He can’t just lose interest. But here he is, listening to you talk about your day with all your friends, holding your hand. Not wanting to hold your hand. Tuning out your voice. Its not like he can bring himself to say it to you, he can’t break up with you now.

I’ll do it tomorrow,

He thought to himself, as he does every day.