He kissed her forehead the night he left because he didn’t’ deserve her lips.
It was the first time he didn’t shuffle his steps, because she needed her sleep and he didn’t want a confrontation.
They had been fighting endlessly for weeks and his heart hurt and her heart hurt and it wasn’t going to get any better.
He could see that in her eyes.
So this night, this humid evening that made it impossible to step outside without really trying to breathe, he did the last good thing he could do.
And he left.