Worth (Tartaglia)

One

You wonder when did it start.

"I'm sorry baby, as much as I want to go out with you I have to leave"

He was packing his things, never once did he look at nor glance at you ever since he came back.

When did it start?

You watch him pack his things one by one, it hasn't been that long ever since he came back.

He's leaving again.

"It's alright"

You smile at him

"I understand"

You added

You wonder when did it start?

The feeling of distance slowly building up between the two of you.

It doesn't seems to bother him, perhaps it was just you how's feeling it.

Do you even know what tomorrow is?

You wanted to ask

At least to remind, because he was never the person to go back to his words except those moment were he has to lie to his siblings about his job and on what he was doing.

But you can't he was busy, his job was dangerous, you have to understand. For that's what it has to be being in a relationship with him.

Soon enough you stand up from your seating position on the bed inside your humble apartment in the nation of Snezhnaya and silently help him pack his things.

It wasn't that many, but still you want to help him and he doesn't mind. Most of the time when he came back from his mission he would often stay in your apartment rather than at their home.

Not like his sibling and father mind, they all knew you two are in a relationship and you would often pay his family a visit, spending times with his siblings more than he did for the past few years.

No one dared to speak, you don't know if it's because there wasn't that much to talk about or because there was nothing, literally nothing to talk about.

You aren't that sure, perhaps it's just you.

"All done"

You said with a gentle voice as the two of you finished packing his things.

Once again there was silence as you hand him his bag pack. It was midnight, the moonlight was passing by window with a gentle breeze that cause the curtains to get blown away.

He has to go, duty calls.

"I'm sorry"

He apologize once again with a sigh

"It's fine Ajax"

You chuckle

"No, I'm really sorry. Its hasn't been that long and I'm leaving once again"

He run his hand through his choppy orange hair

"I told you it is fine. Really"

You smile at him

"I have to get going"

He slung the bag pack over his shoulder

Just like the other previous hoodbye, this over of your decided to choose the window as his exit. Causing you to shake your head with a smile on your face.

Both of you walk towards your window, cold breeze brushing against your cheeks causing your smile to flatter and goosebumps all over your arm. It was cold.

"Close the window as soon as I went out, its cold"

Once again you couldn't help but to chuckle, but answer with a nod and a soft humm

"I don't know when I'll be back baby, it's gonna be a long mission"

"Uhm hmm, take care"

You answered as he climb over and sat on your window

If people saw him like this, they'll probably made a fuss, but majority of the people in town is already asleep.

"I'll send you a letter"

He stated, at the same time lifting his hand to brush your cheek leaving a warm lingering touch

By his words, you couldn't help but to feel delighted, his hand writing may not be the best, it was a little messy, but it's content was always heart felt. You always look forward getting it.

"And here"

You don't know how he manage to, but suddenly he gave you a small (favorite color) box.

"Happy second anniversary (First name)"

He smile at you

It wasn't his silly smile that he often show anybody with his carefree attitude, it was his genuine smile that he would only show his family and to you.

"I'm sorry I couldn't spend the rest of the day with you"

He lean in and give a peck on your cheek

"I have to go"

With a last kiss on your forehead

You watch him leap of your window in silence, you watch his back that never once turn around before going completely out of your sight then you close your window with the small box in your hand.

But instead of opening it. You place it on your night stand, looking at it carefully.

"Ajax"

You utter his name at you look at the probably another piece of jewelry inside the box

"I love you"

With that being said, you wonder when was the last time both of you said that to each other.

You wonder when did you start questioning your relationship.