He looked at you. Studied you. He thought about all the times you've taken care of him, you've listened, you've done nice things and all the effort you put into your marriage. But he also thinks about all the times he's felt like end it all. Ask for divorce. The damn divorce. He couldn't bring himself to say it. But he wanted to. He wanted a divorce, he just couldn't do this relationship anymore.

"Good morning, sunshine." You said as he walked out of the bedroom and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Cooked your favorite."

Frankie just smiled. He has been acting weird lately. He wish he didn't, he wish he could see you with the same eyes, but he can't. He didn't say anything and just sat down to eat.

"I have work today, I don't know if I'll be back by 9." Frankie informed as he sipped from the orange juice glass. That was his routine lately, spending as much time away from you, trying to miss you. But he didn't.