Ever since he came back from deployment, he could see something was wrong.

You put on a smile. A brave face as you did your best to act as you’ve always done.

But he could see through your act. Through your smiles and the gentle touches.

You were both sat on the couch, when he decided to put an end to it all. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice much softer than it usually was, “Talk to me.”