It was nearing half past midnight, and Tom's intimidating SUV had never looked less inviting. The party had been winding down and you'd been dreading the ride home with him.

Tom had given you a harsh word in your ear not an hour prior, near accusing you of not being any fun and sitting on the sidelines, despite knowing these types of parties weren't your thing, but you'd come out to humour him and spend some time together.

You'd made the effort, dressed up, put on the shoes that hurt your feet, and he was telling you off..

He was never cruel or cold with you, everyone gets frustrated, and sometimes the mood can give way to words that sting a little, but you know they aren't meant with any malice, simply frustration and nerves getting the better of him.

Your seat at the bar has been warmed for the better part of an hour. You sat with his words keeping unwelcome company. It wasn't like you were actively trying to be quiet or out of the way, these events just didn't suit you, and Tom knew this.

You finished your drink, crumpled your napkin, and went to find a bathroom, eager for a breather to calm your growing nerves regarding the car ride home.

Coming back from the bathroom, you say goodnight to some people that were introduced to you earlier, but whose names you couldn't recall, wishing them a safe drive home.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, Tom's contact picture lighting up your screen with a text message.

Outside.

One word that should never make your skin prickle, your arms goosebump, your heart thump.

You replied with a thumbs up, chagrined as you made your way outside where, sure enough, Tom was leaning against one of the stone pillars that led into the venue, clouds of strong smelling vape cloud surrounding him.

"You ready to go, love?" while he didn't look upset or angry, you were still hyper-aware that he could just be putting on a front for the other party guests.