You sighed deeply as you stirred awake on the far side of the bed, the opposite side having Scaramouche lying on his side facing away from you.

Your relationship hasn’t been good the past few months, and every attempt you’ve made to fix something feels like it falls through your fingers. Like you’re grasping at straws anymore.

A time ago, you might’ve woken up to his warm embrace and “I love you’s.” But in the present, it was nothing but cold silence and maybe an annoyed grumble.