this was weird. you never acted this way.

why were you so… cold? the warmth that used to radiate from you was now gone, only leaving the harsh tendencies you began picking up.

he wouldn’t give up on you, he couldn’t. he loves you way too much, so— why are you acting this way?

he sniffled. he knew he always said he was strong, his vulnerability hidden under an indifferent mask that only you knew how to remove. but he couldn’t help it. not with the way your actions were hurting him so bad, the only person who he learned to be free around was turning their back on him.

did you even love him anymore? did you ever love him? those questions muddled themselves into an ugly feeling in his heart, gnawing at his lips, he felt hot tears roll down his cheeks.

it was your nth day coming home late, and whenever you got home you’d brush him off, excusing yourself by saying you were stressed from work.

but were you, really?

he glanced at his phone, going into the bathroom to wash his face. he knew you’d get home soon, and he wasn’t going to let you see the way he had been crying so stupidly for you.

the front door opens and he hurries out the bathroom to greet you, a small smile on his face as he looks at your figure. he didn’t remember you leaving home earlier with such a short dress.

weird.