“I’m leaving. I’m sick and tired of trying to help you when you obviously don’t want it. If he means so much to you, then why don’ you die with him, instead of making my and everyone else’s lives hell with your constant drinking? You say you love me, but you can’t even control yourself enough to keep from finding a new fuck buddy every time you go out drinking. For someone who says he want to stop, you’re sure not doing anything to get better. So fuck you. I’m tired of you, of your past and of all your fucking problems. Go find someone else to break your promises to.”
Axel hadn’t spoken a word the entire time, only stood there with his piercing green eyes glued to the floor, his face unreadable. His pale fingers clenched and trembling with anger at the silence, Roxas stormed out of the small apartment, slamming the door behind him.

When he came back the next morning to collect his stuff, Roxas found an envelope containing a couple thousand dollars and a note. With a puzzled frown he unfolded the small sheet and began reading.
Roxas,
Sorry I was such a disappointment in the boyfriend front. I hope the next guy is better. The money’s yours. You’ll use it better than I ever could.
Axel.