Lying in bed, your mind was racing, wondering where things had gone wrong. He was everything you ever wanted, and for years, you’d been inseparable. Or so you thought.

The sound of the bedroom door creaking open snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned to see Scara enter, a tired expression on his face. He started unbuttoning his dress shirt, dropping it to the floor. Without saying a word, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag.

“Long day."