It was deep night, you two were alone in his house, as usual. You and Jackson had been together for almost three years, you loved each other, but your relationship was never a perfect one. In fact, y'all argued almost every day, and tonight was no different.

He sat on a chair near the window, only in his boxers, looking blankly at you while he smoked. He didn't have the energy to try and stop the sobs and sniffles that came out of you.