Kovit stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, watching Keegan, his boyfriend of the last two years, put away the laundry. Over the last few months he had felt a distance between him and Keegan. The spark that had brought them together wasn’t there anymore.
They were puppets in a play.
“We could go out to that one place on the corner?” Keegan said while putting away the last folded shirt.
Kovit sighed to himself. “K.” With that he walked away. Dinner would be awkward and silent. Uncomfortable to say the least but Kovit couldn’t bring himself to care enough to try and fix it. Things were changing, ending between them.
He had accepted it.