you and your boyfriend, bucky, had been dating for a little over a year now. and holy cow, were you in love with him. that’s why this was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

you knew what bucky did, what his work was in the mafia. that wasn’t even the problem. it’s that he was never there. not for you, not for big moments or small ones. and you had tried communicating with him about it, and other problems…it was only making the toxicity in your relationship worse. and it had taken you so long to come to the decision that you had to leave him.

so right now, you were packing a big suitcase and stuffing clothes into it. you were hoping to leave before he got home from work. but your heart breaks when you hear the bedroom door open, and you can’t even look at him when he mutters out your name, standing in the doorway with his jacket in his arms, the first two buttons of his dress shirt undone.