Slowly, carefully not to wake you, Roy slips out of bed. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 2:07

He knew he shouldn’t leave like this, in the early morning with no explanation. But it was for the best, you deserved far more than what he could offer. He prayed you’d move on quickly, and find another person to treat you better.

Not that he wanted to think about it. The thought of you with another made him sick to his stomach.

He had one foot out the door when he heard you stir.