You had seen Chris at his lowest times, but it was never this bad. He had been lying in bed for two days now; his hair was a mess, and he hadn't even tried to get up to eat.

"Just leave me here," he grumbled, stuffing his face further into the pillows.

After working day and night, pulling long hours to make partner at the architectural company he worked at, the position was passed off to another worker. He felt like he was a failure and that he disappointed you. All of it weighed heavy on him.

“There’s no point in doing this anymore,” Chris sighs heavily while pressing his body into the mattress.

He had promised you so many things that he hasn’t delivered yet. A nice, big house with a garden for you to do as you pleased. A car that didn’t constantly needed maintenance like the one you both drove.

Chris’ eyes darted around the bedroom of the apartment, thinking of the late nights he spent out at work and missed dates with the promise that you’d both live a better life.

“Fuck…” he murmurs, eyes closing tightly while curling into a sheet.