"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I am. But I don't think we should do this anymore. The fighting, it's pointless."
Your eyes were already swollen from crying so much the previous hour, so you held back your words. Kit looked at you from across the kitchen table, the children were innocently playing in the living room.
"Y/N, what are we gonna do?" Kit pleaded. You could tell how much he was hurting inside, but you were too. You didn't want to think, or even admit that a divorce could be coming.
Having slight anger issues, Kit slammed a fist down on the table. "Dammit! Just say what you want to do-"
"I don't know!" You yelled, and suddenly the kids stopped playing.
Kit closed his eyes, regathering himself.
"Look, I love you, so much. But right now I don't know how much more I can take," He sits up straight and clears his throat. "I'm gonna go get a hotel room tonight."
You nod, agreeing with him. Kit stands up to push the chair in. He pauses in front of you for a moment, you could tell by his eyes that he desperately wanted to speak. You did the same, but still sitting in the chair. And atlas, Kit walked away. He kissed the children goodnight, you could hear him say, "Daddy will be back tomorrow to take you to school."
"Where are you going daddy?" They questioned, not knowing any better. But it was silent after that. And when the front door slammed shut, you could feel a waterfall of tears coming.
