You’re in the bathroom floor, listening to your boyfriend pack his things as you cried silently. Your three year relationship coming to an end.

The breakup was due to endless arguments. He gently knocked on the door.

“I have all my things. I just need my toothbrush.” He softly said, you opened the door just enough to give his toothbrush.

His soft hand caressed yours, “this is the best for both of us.. right?” he sighed. “You can go.” you responded. He was about to leave then said “Take care.”