"I'm not good for you--"

"We don't know that, Sanemi--"

"For fucks sake [Name]--I FUCKING KNOW THAT!"

"Don't RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME?!"

It was hard. Staring at the man who had months before, promised to marry you, as he placed hungry kisses along the soft skin of yours that he had the chance to call his own.

Staring at the man who had learned to fold his clothes, rather than leave them by the wash bin, for you.

Staring at the man who had days prior, allowed for you to gently apply aloe to the strained & mangled scars that lined his body.

Staring at the man, who just now, told you he was going to be leaving.

Abandoning you to stand, aimlessly, in the curved arch of your abode's hallway door-frame.

His wool robe, thick, & scented of ivory & mint. The chalky soaps he'd used to bathe his harden skin in, each, & every night.

His wool robe, in which you wore, now. Draped tiredly off of your trembling shoulders,

You had never planned to be the one to 'tame' him. You had never planned to be the one he showed his scars to. The one he held. The one he ravaged. The one he worshiped,

But it happened, & You had thought it was perfect, at the time?

A true dream to wake up to the man's broad figure every morning. You had your quarrels, inevitably.

You said things you both regretted, inevitably.

But Sanemi's number one rule was to always come home to you. No matter how long he needed to kick around to blow off some steam.

He would come home.

& Maybe now, you were repeating these things to yourself in a panic. Confusion? Trying to rewrite the perfect narrative to fit the ending that he was presenting now,

But you simply couldn't do it. There were no signs. Not even a red herring.

& If there was one, it'd be a damn good one.

Sanemi stared at you. Twinges of longing & hurt burrowed deep behind his reddened, & blood-shot eyes.

A story he was leaving untold.

His nostrils flared, & his chest shuddered with a rattling breath.

Humid air, swelling in his lungs.

Fear.

"Don't." he firmed.