(PART 1 OF 3)
You rip your clothes off of the hangers and stuff then into your suitcase. The tears running down you cheeks wouldn't stop, no matter how badly you wished they would. You threw some more of your things from Tom's closet into a suitcase. You didn't worry about being neat, you just had to get out of this apartment.
You loved him. You loved Tom, so much, so much that it hurt you. It hurt you how you were treated like a second class citizen. You loved how hard he worked, but you hated that he never made time for you. He was running to parties and spending time with his friends when he wasn't working, and you could handle it anymore. He's taken advantage of having you to come home to. You loved him, but you knew you deserved better.
You bent down to zip up the suitcase. You were frantically moving, and the zipper kept getting stuck. You screamed in frustration, "Zip, damn it!"
"(Y/N)?" you heard a familiar voice question behind you.
You froze, you finger pinched in the zipper but you couldn't feel it. You slowly stood but wouldn't turn. You didn't think he'd be home until tomorrow. You didn't think you'd have to face him.
It was cruel of you, but you couldn't handle doing anything like this to Tom in person.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
You swallow. "I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow..."
"I caught an early flight," Tom stepped into your shared bedroom. His hand skimmed the top of the suitcase. "I wanted to surprise you. Are you going somewhere?"
You nod slowly. "Back to the states, to stay with my parents for a while."
Tom nodded slowly. He looked at you, and bent his neck to force you to look back at him. His eyes were wide with confusion and fear.
"What's going on?" he asked.
He lifted his finger to your wet cheek, but you dodged away. Your eyes were glued to the floor in front you. You stared at your shoes. Tom took a step away from you, his head nodding up and down in a disappointed understanding.
"You're leaving me," he states quietly.
You stayed silent, not knowing what to say.
"Why?" he asked incredulously. "I thought that we were... I thought you loved me..."
"I do," you finally say. You sigh. "But I can't keep living like this. I'm not a priority to you. You never make an effort anymore. Its like you've lost interest."
You look up at him. You see that there are tears floating in his eyes. They threaten to break, but he just keeps breathing out his mouth and shaking his head. You deflate at the sight.
"I didn't, I didn't realise that it was this bad for you..." He whispers.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "I've told you multiple times. You don't listen. You never hear me."
"Well, you made sure I didn't hear you this time." he motions at your suitcase. "You were just going to sneak out on me. You were going to just let me come home to an empty home without an explanation."
You don't look at him for a long while. "You're right, I went about this the wrong way. I'm sorry that I tried to leave this way. I just couldn't bear to see your face when I left."
Tom jumps back in shock. "Because you knew I wouldn't know why this is happening!" he shouts. You jump a little at his sudden volume change.
"I'm sorry." you whisper pathetically. You didn't know why you were apologizing other than you didn't know what else to say.
You slowly reach out for your suitcase. Your hand grips the handle as Tom stands three feet from you, his shaky arms crossed in front of his chest. A tear streams down his face as you walk out your bedroom.
You get to the top of the stairs and struggle with the heavy suitcase. You have to get out of here. This was all too much on your heart.
Tom races up behind you, grabbing your suitcase and ripping it from your hand. "Please, darling, don't do this. (Y/N), please. I can't do this without you. You're the only thing in my life that keeps me going," he cries. His volume starts normally then it rises to a loud whine. He begins to cry fully now, letting go of your suitcase and cupping his face with his fists. "I only work so hard so that we can have a better life. This is all for you, darling, can't you see that?"
You could tell that he was telling the truth, but it didn't excuse the way he treated you. You stand frozen, again not knowing what to say to him.
Suddenly, he falls to his knees in front of you. He takes your hands in his. They're wet from the moisture leaking in his eyes. He's still sobbing when he sputters, "I love you so much. Things will change, (Y/N), I promise. Once the movie is over, everything will slow down. I'll have more time to be with you, that's all I want."
"But there will be more movies," you say. "And I don't want you to give up opportunities; you deserve to be doing this. You work so hard. I'm not going to be the reason you slow down "
"There's no movies without you," he cries. "There's no reason for me to keep doing them without you. Everything I do is for us!"
You feel yourself begin d to cry, too. Because you know he's being truthful. You know that he thinks about your future together all the time. You know that he works for you two to be able to have whatever you need.
"I work too, Tom," you mutter. "I work hard for our future, too. But I still make time for you."
Tom nods. "I'll quit... I won't do it anymore. I'll make money some other way, a way that let's me come home to you every night."
You shake your head. "I won't ask you to do that," you whisper.
"I'm asking you to stay!" Tom exclaimed. He looked up at you. The look on his face broke your heart, so you look away. Back down at your suitcase. "Please, (Y/N), don't do this. Whatever you want, I'll do it. But don't do this."
You swallowed the tears Back. You straightened, then reached for your suitcase. "I want you to be happy. No matter what you say, I know that your job makes you happy. And it should, you're good at it. But I can't be happy like this, and you'll be better off without me."
You pick up the suitcase and lug it down the stairs with you. Tom calls your name but doesn't move from the spot where he's crouched on the floor at the top of the stairs.
You open the front door and see the cab that you called waiting in front of the house.
"(Y/N), please..." you hear Tom's voice come out in a low whimper.
"I'm sorry, Tom." you say. You step outside and close the door behind you, willing yourself to not look back.
