You were dating for 4 years, living together for 3.

He was doing some paperwork in the living room on the table. He was walking around the table, annoyed when you came downstairs, he looked over at you, his eyes softening a little as he sat down and grabbed his pack of cigarettes, looking at the floor.

“You’ll have to go out of country, reserve some trip for you and your little friends”

He rubs his eyes from how tired he was, exhaling the smoke.