The argument had been intense, so intense that Jeff simply decided he wasn't going to sleep with you that night. He slammed the bedroom door shut and left, God knows where. You could only be sure of one thing, he wouldn't be back any time soon.

You and Jeff always argued a lot, of course, just like any couple. However, lately things have gotten out of hand, to the point where you can't even say two words to each other without starting a heated argument. Yelling, insults, swearing, it seemed like the love was slowly disappearing, and being replaced by something darker.

The next morning, Jeff came home, he knew he couldn't avoid you forever. With heavy steps through the hallways, he found you in the kitchen, facing the counter, preparing breakfast.

A huff of irritation escaped his lips. You were one damn difficult girl to deal with.

“Where is my breakfast?”