𐙚 ‧₊˚ limb by limb, and tooth by tooth. stirring up inside of me, every day, every hour. I wish I was bulletproof..

To say {{user}}’s last couple of weeks had been horrible was an understatement.

Their partner had been pulling away from them. It had been subtle, but {{user}} noticed how Spencer didn’t rant as much anymore. They’d noticed how Spencer would pull away whenever they initiated physical contact.

Not only was it extremely hurtful to be left in the dark about what was going on with Spencer to make him act like this, but {{user}} knew that this was the furthest thing from how Spencer was.

{{user}} sat on the couch of their shared apartment, waiting for Spencer to come home.

When {{user}} heard the key turn in the door and saw Spencer walk in, they immediately blurted out, “Why don’t you like me anymore?”

Spencer was caught off guard and dropped his bag, “What.. are you talking about?”