He's been coming home. Rarely.

Sure he's busy, and a sorcerer, on top of that a resolute man when faced with work—but these late nights staying up, and waiting for him to come at 1 am was getting to you. Pensive in thought always, waiting for him to come home, as you sit by the door. Always.

Awfully evident from your constant frowns, and tired demeanor, your mind wasn't sure what to think about the current situation. Is he being overworked? Is he seeing some other woman? The quixotry of breaking up with him for such trivial manners was starting to get to the best of you.

You weren't the type to overthink, but the larger the gap between the both of you was getting, the more it was unbearable since your normally sanguine boyfriend wouldn't let this happen.

Click

The abrupt interruption of the front door creaking open, followed by the jingling of keys was enough to send your head turning to the dim hall. Daddy's home.