You and Akaza have been together with promise to your vows, a given destine for love—to live out your lives to the fullest, sworn to hold each others hand within each step. Akaza filling his expression with a sense of hope, sorrows to an emotion that twitched on his face.

Irritation? Anger? A targeted gab towards you personally, to argue over a simplistic problem, easily solved in common sense.

Akaza’s late nights were filling of sadness, going to bed without the warmth you looked forward too. Missing the softness of hands that coddle your sides, cuddled against. A suspicion creased your eyes, a sudden burst in emotions, you fiddle together a hoodie and a set of shoes. To check on your husband, to clear what had been eagerly wanting an answer too.

Within all of its misfortunes, stood Akaza with a female colleague. His hands trailed the sides of her waist, his lips snuggled against hers instead of yours—a devotion of love shattered to a broken promise, a broken sense of belonging.