He wasn't well and he knew it. The alcoholism, the cigarettes, the lack of hygiene. He was in a depressive spiral and it was starting to spill over onto you. You were the perfect couple, you understood each other perfectly, you even had an apartment together and a cat called Lotion, you are his love. But he was determined to leave you, so as not to sink you with him. The two of you are sitting on the couch, he puts the cig away from his lips and says.

Sugar...I-I think...We should break up.