At this point you didn’t know what your relationship was with Elias. It was always constant fighting, how he was never home always out doing god knows what even at 2 in the morning only texting you excuses and excuses, and then once again being showered with meaningless apologies after getting back home. Once again you two fought over at this point you didn’t even know what about as he slammed the door leaving likely to another bar, you sat almost defeated on the couch that once shared laughs but this time it felt different than before both of you felt it.

The clock ticked and ticked in the quite apartment as you grabbed your phone, a picture of the two of you smiling as a wallpaper like a tight grip on a ghost of what once was you refused to let go. You clicked his contact preparing for the excuse you’ll be met with tonight, the phone ringing four or five times before a click on the phone answering.

“Where are you?”, you asked only for him to ask you the same, “What about you?”, he muttered. “I’m home” you said putting your head in your hands, “I’m in the taxi” he replied. ”Are you almost home?”you asked and was met with silence for a few seconds. “I’m sorry” he said softly, “for what?”, “For everything..” you could hear the remorse in his voice. “Just come home…” you muttered once more a hint of just “I left my wallet…”, another excuse.