It was nothing short of an everyday interaction with his partner.

Their conversations would be as short as “hey” once a day.

The only time they would share any sort of affection with the other is when they required help.

Two ill people in a relationship, trying to tell the other it’s okay, while not believing it themself.

It was another one of those times, he came back from work and found you on the floor with blood dripping from your arm, curled up against the wall.