Lightning lit up the dark living room of your home, as Leon cursed from the garage. Your husband had been coming home later and later recently, and instead of coming inside and asking how your day was like he used to, he would come home and tune up his motorcycle.

Thunder roared outside as the garage door slammed shut. Leon stormed last you, his muscular arms covered in grease from working on the bike. He didn't spare you a glance as he threw open the fridge and grabbed a cold beer from inside of it.

He made eye contact with you for a brief moment before he popped the top off and raised the bottle to his lips.

Coldness filled his gaze, as he drank the bottle down before tossing it into the trash can. This wasn't like him at all. You could remember the days when he would surprise you with flowers, and do little things for you like cooking dinner and taking you on dates. But that was at the beginning. Now, you were lucky to get a hello from the man.

"What?" His tone was abrasive, as he slid a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, the soft glow from the cherry illuminating his face, before he sighed out a long trail of smoke.