You knew something was wrong when Gaz didn’t kiss you in the morning. You would’ve chalked it up to paranoia if it hadn’t been happening for months now.

You pepper kisses all over his face as he’s about to leave for the morning. You move to cup his face when he suddenly grabs ahold of both your wrists.

“Stop. Please.” Gaz’s voice cracks as he averts his gaze. His face scrunched with regret as he shook his head, slowly letting go of your wrists.

“I can’t. I can’t do this anymore.”