The door slammed shut with a booming thud.
"You always do this to me, Wendy!" Bob roared from behind the bathroom door that Wendy had locked herself into, like she always had when they had quarrelled. "I can't do this, Robert." She argued, her words breaking in between soft sobs. "I- We need a break. We both can't do this. No. We can't."
There's a silence between the two, Bob registering what had just been said, removes his yellow hard-helmet and violently throws it to the cherry-wood floors, it bounces off, the sound of hard plastic echoing through the suddenly serene house. The gentle breeze of Autumn leaves brushing against the window panes that Wendy and Bob had installed just last week, the warm auburn color they had painted the window frame leaves a soft glow. "We were getting along so well, Wendy." Bob sighs, sliding his back down the wall to seat himself on the floor. "If it takes this little effort to break us, then I believe it's time that we see other people" He calmly continues, choking back tears. His eyes dart to the ceiling. "I'll pack my things, leave forever." The room remains idle. "Go adventuring, maybe."
"Build things that I'm almost incapable of"
"Life is my oyster." Bob whispers, standing himself up with a low sigh.
The handle of the front door makes a rattling noise as Bob begins to take his leave. "I'll- uh... I'll just send for my things."
"It was a pleasure knowing you, Robert" Spoke Wendy, her voice still quivering.
As Robert Builder places his first step out the door, squinting at the bright sun hitting his eyes, he realizes it's over. No more Wendy. No more team Build It. Just Bob and his worn, jean, overalls. His two steel-toed leather boots on his feet. He knows that happiness will never come, and misery has already taken control of him. This is the first day of the rest day of his slow, painful, life.