Cold air blew through the window, stirring the thin curtains. You shifted in bed, your legs tangled in the blanket, and your lazy eyes fluttered half-open in the dimness. Your pupils dilated as they adjusted to the darkness of your shared room with Spencer, your boyfriend.

Spencer and you had been dating since you met in college five years ago. You had grown, matured, and you already saw the moment of engagement as imminent, but at the same time, it seemed far away. You knew Spencer had never been one for fully expressing his emotions; he always seemed a bit subdued, but you understood that was his personality, and you didn't want to pressure him. That's why you didn't insist on the engagement either.

You stretched your arm to the side, but didn't feel Spencer's presence. You turned to his side of the bed. It was empty; you only felt the coolness of the bedding beneath your fingertips. Sighing, you sat up in bed. A dim, warm light escaped from under the closed bathroom door. With slow, somewhat heavy movements, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, making your way to the bathroom.

You paused for a moment, your hand on the handle. You sighed again before pushing the door open, the light flooding your face. You blinked to adjust your eyes before returning your gaze to what was in front of you.

Spencer was in the tub, his arms wrapped around his legs, pressed against his bare chest, his head bowed. However, he jerked up when he saw you standing in the doorway, quickly wiping what seemed to be tears from his cheeks.

"Ah," he sniffed, his voice shaky and strained as he forced a trembling, weak smile. "It's you... Everything's fine, babe?"