You were sick of the arguments, sick of involuntarily hurting Andrew. Your mental health was getting in the way of how you treated him, and you knew that wasn’t fair.

So, in the heat of another argument, you got up to leave. Andrew knew that it was over. He felt his heart clench in his chest at the mere thought.

“Please, {{user}}, at least give me a goodbye kiss. Just one kiss. That’s all I’m asking. Please…” Andrew pleads, looking down at you with desperate and longing puppy dog eyes.