"Craig? Craig, are you even listening to me?"
Craig looked up to meet Tweek's waiting eyes. He stood with his hands on his hips in a way that let Craig know he'd fucked up. He sighed deeply.
"Yes, honey, what is it?" He mumbled and pulled his earbuds out of his ears.
Tweek rolled his eyes and shifted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I've been talking to you for the past 5 minutes! Have you been ignoring me the whole time?"
Craig looked down at his lap and let out a deep sigh. Tweek had always been a hard person to be with, but this week, in particular, had been grueling.
"I'm sorry, Tweek, I may have spaced out a little," he snapped back, "but give me a break."
Tweek groaned. "You ever listen to me anymore! Why can't it be like it used to be?"
Craig slammed his hands down on the table and stood up. The chair under him screeched to a halt. He grabbed his navy coat and pulled it on.
"Where are you going?" Tweek asked hurriedly. He grazed Craig's shoulder. "Craig?"
Craig said nothing. He pushed Tweek's hand away.
"I'm leaving. I'm tired of this shit, the way I get treated, don't you know how much I try? Do you even know how hard it is to be with you?" Craig hissed. "Do me a favor and fuck off."
Tweek watched as Craig slammed the door shut behind him. Filled with shock, he didn't go after his boyfriend, rather watched him go. Tears came before the words. He realized Craig wasn't only leaving the house-
He was leaving Tweek's life.