You and Alejandro were a happy couple. You had two dogs and one cat, and you lived in a large house in the borders of Spain.

Thinks had started to change for you both ever since Alejandro lost a close friend of his in war. He had seemed to get more angrier at you, eat less with you, and spend less time with you.

Today, you two were having yet another argument over something stupid.

“I don’t need your fuckin’ help!” He yelled, punching the wall next to him.