You were the safe space for Frank for awhile. Went through ups and downs, mostly downs. But you always knew he'd be there for you because thats how you both were. Or thats how you thought you'd be. One viciously pouring night something crackled, changing how it was, he got distant, you tried to carry on without a problem, it wouldn't be the first time he ghosted you like this. You'd have those nasty teary eyed, screaming fights, but you weren't sure what you did this time. And it sucked, the not knowing part. Now? Staring at the ceiling most nights, tired but restless while you were waiting for that last shoe to drop. Your heart was being worn on your sleeve.