just like all other relationships, yours began all sunshine and roses. with the occasional video call, he would tell you about his football matches in spain, expressing how much he missed you and telling you that he loved you every chance he got.

now, however, a year after he moved, you could feel the distance, and him slowly pulling away from you.

his calls were rare, almost non-existent, and when he did call, his responses were short, cold, and unenthusiastic.

you sat on the edge of your bed, phone to your ear. the sound of the other line rang for a few more moments, before a familiar voice picked up.

"what is it?"