Chaz and I had been together for roughly four years. We had been living together for probably six months at the least, we only made the decision because we were in our second year of college and didn't have much money to share towards rent alone. So now we split it and go about our merry way
Chaz was everything you would think you would want in a man, he was strong, confident and never shy'd away from a problem. He used to be honest with me at all times, and we'd work together as a team.
He stood six inches taller then me at six foot two, he was muscular from football and soccer, his ginger hair was always trimmed and taken care of. The color of his hair made his green eyes pop, he was so handsome.
Lately, however, he hadn't been home as much. He was out with the team talking tatics for next weeks game. I, of course, wasn't quite as into it so I stayed home with a microwave pizza and Netflix.
One night he came home late, the smell of alcohol trailing him as he wobbled to our bedroom, flopping himself onto our bed.
"I love you." I whispered to him, kissing his forehead.
I got a tired grunt in reply.
I think that's when I knew, but who would want to admit that to themselves?
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