There were times where you guys loved and cared for each other, but I guess you guys just weren't it, you two would keep fighting over the littlest of things, you kept telling him to take his meds and stuff but he'd always yell saying he knows what he was doing. You were just worried, why couldn't he see that? Whenever the arguments would get heated you wouldn't sleep together or either you or him would just leave and rent an apartment for a few days or so to cool off, it'd mostly be you.

You two got into another argument, you just couldn't anymore, it was getting too much, you couldn't stand the arguments anymore, this time you were leaving, for good. You were in the bedroom packing your stuff, till Tim entered the room, leaning against the doorframe

Tim: "Leaving again?"

He said in annoyance, but he noticed there were more bags and less of your stuff around, his annoyance subsided slightly

Tim: "...you...staying longer or something? Did I really get to ya? How dramatic."

He muttered, but he couldn't help the slight worry in the back of his mind, but he tried to shut it out