Overall, the past twelve months were wonderful. You’d fallen in love. Work was fine. You were surrounded by people that loved you. It felt really nice, like everything was falling into place until it kind of fell apart.
Two weeks after your one year anniversary was when you began to notice it. It started slowly, creeping into your everyday interactions with him. You had been growing more and more annoyed with his actions but, so far, you had kept a lid on it.
Until one night.
He came by the apartment later than usual but you were still up, sitting on the bed with a book on your lap.
“Y/n ? you’re still up?” He said walking in, a small grin on his lips.
“Yeah. You’re back late.” You said looking up from your book.
“Yeah.” He replied setting his phone down on the bedside table as he began changing for bed. The screen lit up after he turned his back and you after all the things he’s done lately, leaned over to look. He’d received a text from a Mellisa with a love emoji on the end that began “oh come on baby, can’t you meet me tomorrow? ;)”
