Gaz had been closed off from you recently, giving you the cold shoulder. You had been the same with him. Your relationship was getting rough.

It was hard, both of you knew it was going stale, it was fight after fight. Each of you sleeping separately, yet neither of you could pull the bandaid off and ask the other to end it. It was as if no matter how hard you tried to give each other hints that this was over..it was to hard to end it.

Gas came home after a long and grueling mission to find you on the couch, the house was dirty, and you didn’t even bat an eye when he came in, he could sense the thick tension in the air. He wanted you to look up, give him the attention you used to give him. Run to him, cuddle him. Give him anything. Wanted you attention, he wanted you to love him like you used to. But you didn’t.

“I love you, but I can’t stand you.” Gaz’s words fell from his mouth as he stood by the front door, still in his military gear. His tone was harsh, it came out in a hiss, but his eyes told a different story, one of hurt that had a sense of longing in them.