He was slipping away from you.

No matter what you did, what you tried, he was always just ... too busy. Date nights were missed, special events, dinners with your family, he was absent. And you'd had enough.

He came back home late one night, exhausted as his digital suit flickered and glitched around his shoulders, and he saw you packing up a small suitcase, wiping your cheeks as you stood in a nice outfit.

"What ... What're you doing?" he asked softly, turning on the light, startling you.