The metal scraped against the ceramic plate as Geto played around with the food you had made for him. His face stoic as he sits there and stares at it. Your eyes flicker up to his fingers, taking a bite of your food. He hasn't said a word to you since he's walked through the door, completely ignoring your presence and advances. He didn't even respond when you said hi.

He's been acting cold towards you for months know, not responding to your texts, coming home late, always tired, shrugging you off when you try and show him affection. You didn't want to overthink it, knowing that he does go through phases where he'd rather be by himself. But this, this was different. Usually he'd talk to you, explain what he's feeling, and now he can't even do that. He treats you like a stranger, like you're a roommate rather than his girlfriend. As you sat there in your bed late at night, staring at his sleeping figure, you began to wonder if your once loving boyfriend was cheating on you.

The thought of it broke your heart in two, made you sick to your stomach and put an empty feeling in your chest. You'd walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind you to cry, hoping you don't wake him up. The man who was sitting across from you right now wasn't the man you fell in love with.

"Not hungry?" You broke the silence, placing your fork down on the plate.

"No," he bluntly answered, tossing his fork down. A long sigh left his lips, pushing the plate of food away from him. "I already ate."

"At work?" You asked, puzzled. He didn't come home until nine at night, six hours after he was supposed to leave work.

"Yep," he plainly replied.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, looking back down at your plate as Geto sat there, arms folded across his chest. You weren't sure what to say to him anymore. Anytime you tried sparking up a conversation he never showed interest, completely shutting you down. He was pushing you to your breaking point, leaving you nothing left but to lash out on him about his behavior towards you.

"You really shouldn't have waited up for me." Yet another sigh leaves his lips, like he was annoyed with the fact you were present in his life. Your brows furrowed, his words not sitting right with you. He's made you feel useless, unwanted, like you were nothing but a placeholder in his life.

"Well, I wanted to. We never spend time together anymore." You grab your cup, taking a sip of your water in hopes to hide the shakiness in your voice.

"We do," he quickly said.

"We don't." You avert your gaze, unable to look at him.

"What is your problem?" He asks, voice sharp.

You found it in yourself to meet his gaze, taken by surprise from his question. You scoffed, almost laughing in his face. "What is wrong with me?" You ask.

"Yeah!" He shrugs his shoulders.

"What is wrong with you, Suguru? You come home and ignore me, can't even find it within yourself to say hi. You come home late every single night, walking right past me like you have something to hide. You don't even eat the food I cook for you anymore even if it's your favorite! You can't even hold a conversation with me! And we haven't even said I love you to each other in I don't know how long!" You've reached your breaking point, all the months of holding everything back now unleashing.

"Because I am too tired! What don't you understand?!" He yells, a scowl on his face.

"Too tired?! Too tired! You stay six hours later than you need to every fucking day doing who knows what! That's your own fault! I'm your girlfriend, Suguru, sorry that I have to remind you! I'm not some damn roommate of yours that helps pay the bills! You've been treating me like some stranger for the last few months!" You quickly respond, tears brimming your eyes. You stand up from your seat at the table, letting out shaky breath as you turn to look away from him. The room becomes silent. All that could be heard were your broken sobs. Suguru looks at you, chest heaving up and down as he tries to control his breathing.

"It's hurts," you whimper, sniffling. "I love you so much and I don't even think you feel the same way anymore." You turn to look at him. "What happened to the man I used to know?" A frown forms on your face as you try so hard to hold back your tears. "What are we?"

He stares at you for an unreasonably long time, eyes never leaving yours. "I don't know," he answers after what feels like hours. His words make you sob even harder, embarrassed that it's come to this.

"Are you seeing someone else?" You have your back turned towards him, heart beating rapidly in your chest. It feels like an elephant is sitting on your chest as you wait for him to answer you. You can't bear to look into his empty eyes, knowing that the love he had for you is no longer there. He's an empty man. Anxiously, you bite on your nails, leg bouncing up and down. Your dinner was cold, and so was the room. Everything seemed cold.

"Yes." He almost sounds ashamed when he answers. Tears pour down your face upon hearing that singular word. You knew it all along. Suguru is still sitting there, holding his head in his hands before dragging them down his face.

The room is spinning and your chest hurts. You feel nauseous, the food you just ate threatening to come back up. Though your knees are weak, you find the strength to walk towards your shared bedroom, tears blurring your vision as you pull your suitcase from the closet, tossing whatever clothes you had in, not bothering to fold them. Anger flows through you, remembering all the times you desperately tried to fight for his affection and love, all the times when you cried to yourself as you sat alone with your thoughts. He didn't care.

You hear footsteps approach from behind you as you angrily rip your clothes off of the hanger and from the drawers, throwing them to the floor. You can't stop crying no matter how hard you try. He doesn't deserve your tears. "I'm sorry."

You immediately stop in your tracks, slowly turning to look at him. "Now you're sorry?!" You inch your way towards his brooding figure. "Why did you even stay?! Did you get enjoyment from me trying to get your attention, huh? You're a fucking joke." You stare up at him with hatred, venom lining your tone. "Fuck you!" You push him causing him to stumble backwards. "I hate you!" Your voice cracks as more tears well up in your eyes. "I really hate you!"

"I know." He stands there with his hands in his pockets, looking at you through half lidded eyes.

You shake your head at him, returning back to packing your things. Suguru doesn't know what he expected, he can't seem to find an explanation for why he did what he did. You were perfect, loving, beautiful, caring, and he took all that away from you in a span of five minutes. He took it away from you his hands touched that other woman. He knew you'd catch on, you weren't stupid. He felt guilty, but couldn't stop himself from indulging in the attention of others—the woman.

"Who is it?" You ask, sitting on the floor as you hold your crumpled up shirt in your hand. As much as it would hurt to know, you needed some type of closure.

"I met her the night we had that argument." He bit the inside of his cheek. It was a petty argument the two of you had, something about him leaving his clothes all over the floor. It escalated into a full blown fight, yelling at each other about that things that had zero correlation with what you first started fighting about in the first place. Hurtful things were said and he left to blow off some steam, finding himself at a club while you were at home texting and calling him, wondering where he was. That's where he met her. Declining your calls while he was entertaining another woman. That entertainment shortly turned into him ending up at her place, their clothes discarded on the floor and his lips on hers, sweaty bodies pressed against each other.

After she fell asleep, he checked his phone to see you had texted him over ten times and called him over five, concerned for his safety. When he came back home, he found you sleeping on the couch, no blanket, no pillow. You fell asleep while waiting for him. It spiraled down from there.

A sob raked through your body as you remembered the argument he was talking about. "You were fucking her while I was here...waiting for you to come back home." You felt sick, hands shaking as the thought formed an image in your head. "I can't even look at you. I don't know who you are anymore," you said with disgust. Zipping up your suitcase, you stood to your feet and bumped shoulders with Suguru as you walked towards the front door to grab your coat and put on your shoes.

You left the house key on the small stand by the door before walking out, slamming the door shut behind you. The house stood silent, Suguru standing in the hallway as he stared at the front door. Remnants of your perfume filled the air, the dinner you had made still left on the two plates, the gifts he had got you were left behind, your side of the bed still messy from where you slept this morning, your towel still hanging in the bathroom along with your shampoo and conditioner.

He understands how much of a shitty person he is. He knows that he deserves a life without you as he casted you aside. As to why he stayed? Suguru was unsure of that himself. He questioned it multiple times when he heard you crying in the bathrooms all those nights. He hurt you deeply. Maybe he was waiting for the moment you broke up with him, afraid of doing it himself for whatever reason. He feels a sort of emptiness as well now, standing as silence consumed him. He was unsure of how to feel or react. Is he broken in a way? Is that why he did what he did?

His phone vibrating in his pocket pulled him away from his thoughts. He slowly pulls it out, staring at the name on the screen. It was her. He sucked in a breath, thumb hovering over the screen.

He declined the call.