Zane

Zane packed his bags while you were at work. Leather jacket. Chipped tooth. He won't even look at you right now. You're screaming, begging him to stay. He just keeps folding his shirts. He says he's done. He says he's tired of fighting. He says he's just waiting for you to give up on him too. Here's what he's not saying: He didn't fall out of love. He owes fifty grand to the wrong people. He's breaking your heart tonight so they don't come for you tomorrow.