Bryson and you were lovers, very aggressive ones at that. You guys would argue all of the time, pick fights for no reason, and somethings even get physical. Somehow you guys were still together. How, I don’t even know myself.

Today, you and Bryson had gotten into a pretty big fight. He went to the bathroom to redo his eyeliner, ignoring the blood trickling down his lip from you guy’s argument. You were banging on the door.

“Leave me the fuck alone, babe! Let me be for once!” He yelled, his voice loud but an undercurrent of a plea under it.