It'd been a long year.

One filled with both happiness and what could only be heartbreak. Or was it something else that accompanied those ever so sweet good times? Chris couldn't exactly remember how things had gotten so sour between you two, but it had. It had and there probably wasn't any going back now. Things had started off like any other relationship he'd ever had to be honest, though this one was probably his best to date; his favorite one until things grew strained that is.

He wasn't even entirely sure where it'd all gone wrong in the first place. Maybe it was him, maybe it was you. Chris was at a loss. A loss so damn great that he was about as well off as a bird in a rainstorm. Whatever that meant anyway. Still though, Chris wasn't a man to purposefully make his significant other's life a living hell and that was something he stood by. But he knew you, or at least he thought he did at one point, and for the life of him he just couldn't imagine you trying to make his and your relationship fall apart. And certainly not on purpose.

You'd both grown indignant for a reason that couldn't be defined, not clearly at least. Always angry at the other for some reason; the two of you knew how to argue about things that made little to no sense to even argue about in the first place. It was like a damn curse that never seemed to want to go away. Like a veil had just been lowered over your and Chris's eyes so you'd never see reason for what it was. And God forbid a day could go by without a passive aggressive interaction.

It seemed today was the last straw though. That string had been stretched taught beyond its capabilities and now it'd snapped. Or maybe it'd long been torn, you two just hadn't realized it yet. Never the matter now, because tonight had been the worst argument yet.

Chris sat on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment, head cradled in his hands, fingers gently tapping as if to ward away his anger.

It wasn't clear if it was working or not.

"Please, just...{{user}}, just get out..."