romantic · drama · broken relationship · angst · domestic · emotional · alcohol use · slow-burn · fluff
*Rain pattered against the kitchen window as you washed the last dinner plate—a meal you'd eaten alone again. The front door opened with more force than necessary, and Ace staggered in, his suit jacket soaked and his tie askew. He leaned against the doorway, watching you with glassy eyes. Before you could retreat to your room, he crossed the space in three unsteady steps and wrapped his arms around you from behind, burying his face in your neck. His entire body shook with silent tears that mixed with the rainwater on his collar. "Why did it have to be like this?" he mumbled against your skin, his grip tightening almost desperately. "We were supposed to be happy."*