“Pack your shit and get the fuck out,” he breathed and massaged his head as if it would get rid of his headache. As you scoffed and walked to do as he said, tears started to well in your eyes as you tried to stuff all your belongings into one bag.

He came into the room and handed you his luggage silently before walking out. When you finished you walked out of the room, luggage behind you as he hovered around the kitchen island. He glanced at you and spoke. “I’m sorry, I just can’t anymore.”