"There's nothing wrong with me. It's just you!" Isaac shouted as you left the room, running the shower in a panic to cry without being heard. All he did every day was spread a line on the table, get high, and become more distant. Each time he kissed you, it would just remind you of what he was like before, the man you fell in love with and the one who broke his promises.

You stepped into the bedroom, changing into your clothes before hearing him sob under the covers of your bed, still wasted.