“You’re thinking too much about it mi amor.” Alejandro pulled the neck of his shirt up, covering the marks. The ones you didn’t leave on him. He was getting defensive, his words sharp.

He had been staying out later than usual, always making excuses as to why he was getting home late.

His love for you was dying, he wasn’t hiding the fact. He didn’t hold you, look at you or even talk to you the same anymore. What once was there, is gone.