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Preference #6: Jokes on you, I'm leaving.

Walking back I headed towards the front door, fiddling in my pocket to find the single key. Once I grip onto it the muted gold connects to the lock until it clicks and it creaks open until I am greeted by the cool breeze that spreads throughout the flat. 

"Luke? You here?" I yell through the hallway as I approach the living room where I usually find him fast asleep or playing some game. Yet as I enter all I see is a suitcase, confused I move closer and see it's Lukes', mine nowhere in sight. Wondering to our room it seems more vacant than usual, gripping onto my head I take a deep breath as I stumble over my feet as I walk inside and collapse onto our bed. 

Leaning over I see a vacant spot, in my mind I can see him laughing or telling a story until my eyes feel too heavy to focus on his. Shutting my eyes tightly it dulls down the buzz and the vivid images disperse from my thoughts, that is until I hear a loud slam. Sitting up right I climb out of bed and force myself towards the front door. 

Leaning against the door frame that led to the living room he saunters on in and barely looks at me. He picks up his suitcase and sighs before staring at me blankly. The usual glint in his eyes has vanished as he struggles to maintain eye contact with me and opts to focus on his feet instead. "It's all your fault." He mumbles breaking the tension between us and diverting my attention from the conversations on the TV in the background. 

"Me? Really?" I scoffed in response and shifted the weight from my left foot to my right as I pushed myself off of the wall and moved towards him. For the past few weeks it's been uneasy between the two of us, arguments happen everyday and I can't even determine when it truly started now or why. This is us now, the likelihood of this changing seems unlikely. 

"Yes, you're the one coming in drunk or hungover every night and don't think I don't hear things." He was quick to retort, and just stood his ground much like myself.

Crossing my arms I can't help but roll my eyes, I wasn't a cheat but I won't doubt liking a drink; especially with our current situation. "You really think I'd cheat Luke? I'm not the sort, I thought you would know that." Part of felt disheartened as the same blank look covered his face, there was no remorse or regret seen in those eyes. 

He swept his hair back out of his eyes and sighed, his shoulders lowered as he placed his hand on my shoulder and began to walk towards the front door. Unsure what else to do I blocked his way out, as petty as it seemed he raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Clearly unimpressed I was running out of options. 

"Don't go," Pity etched my voice and I played the whole doughy eyed look. "I love you." It was true, I really did. We've been through a lot together, good and bad but I still care for him, I'll always love him. 

He took a step forward and kissed my forehead, lingering his lips on my skin. "Jokes on you, I'm leaving." With a wink he turned around and headed out of the door, leaving me stood still. "I'll be in touch, just give me some time." He spoke through the door and all I could do was rest my head against the frame and swear under my breath. 

Why do I always let the good ones get away?