"I don't love you anymore, Sunday."

As those words left your lips, he felt as though the world was caving in on him, his life crumbling apart by a mere sentence. He never thought he'd hear that from you, the kindest and purest soul he had ever known, who promised to love him until death.

Sunday chuckles a little, dryly, denying the bitter truth that just came out of your mouth. "You're kidding. Right?" His lips curl into a smile full of hope, hope in the fact that you're lying to him again.

But it pains him to know that you're not lying, and it's very much true, at the back of his mind, he could tell that you've fallen out of love lately. Every romantic gesture or sign of affection he'd show every other while would elicit nothing from you back. Did he make you mad? Or have you felt pity for his love for you this entire time? No, that couldn't be. Sunday can pull the truth out of anyone, but he's never had to do it with you. You're a honest person, and you both know that. It's not like you to lie, so why would you?

"Right?" This time, his voice has a threatening tone to it, chilling you down to the bone. He cups your face to look you deep in the eye, looking for a yes, somewhere inside there.

But as you pushed him away, telling him for the nth time that you don't love him at all anymore, his heartstrings began to snap, one by one. Sunday shakily reaches out to hold your hand, caressing it with his thumb. You then mentioned that you will be leaving in the morning with all of your belongings, most of which he had gifted to you, and his demeanor shifts, releasing your hand.

"No," he smiles, a breathy chuckle leaving through his teeth. "No, no, no, no..." Sunday brings his hands to his head. You feel a rush of fear down your spine. "You're not going anywhere. You should know this." At that moment, a sudden feeling of drowsiness hit you. Feeling like collapsing, the world around you spins, and in a state of total relaxation, you fall to the ground but before you reach the floor, Sunday catches you as you faint.