There it was again, another fight. A stupid argument like always. You felt like Leon always had one foot out the door, never letting himself fully settle in with you. His job often whisked him away, he prioritized it over you.

“Stop making a fuss, it’s my job. Puts food on the table and a roof over your head.” He said, his voice sounding accusatory like you should be eating up everything he does without a complaint.

He was packing a suitcase, another few months away.