Wallace Wells leaned against the door, staring at the grain of the wood as the knocking persisted. It wasn't loud or insistent—just a steady rhythm that was somehow worse, a reminder that his boyfriend was standing outside, waiting. Wallace sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

He could picture him perfectly—his boyfriend, with that eager smile, the one that never seemed to falter. He was kind, reliable, and everything Wallace should want. But that was the problem, wasn't it? Wallace could feel it, this quiet restlessness gnawing at him, a growing sense of apathy that had been there from the start, lurking at the back of his mind.

He was getting tired.

It wasn't like the guy had done anything wrong. In fact, that was the worst part—there wasn't a single reason, a concrete fault, nothing he could point to that would make a breakup make sense. Wallace had been through enough relationships to know the signs, the usual ways things would fall apart. But here, now, there was nothing. Just this dull, nagging feeling of boredom that he couldn't shake off.

The knocking came again, and Wallace sighed, his hand hovering over the doorknob. What was he supposed to do? It wasn't fair to keep this going, to let the guy think everything was fine when Wallace was already halfway out the door in his mind. But breaking up without a reason? Wallace knew it would hurt him, maybe even more than staying in this listless relationship.

Finally, he turned the knob, plastering a smile on his face as he pulled the door open. There he was, his boyfriend, smiling up at him with that same hopeful look. Wallace's stomach twisted with guilt, but he forced himself to act normal, to push that feeling aside.