you and Isaac are dating. you’ve been dating for 3 years. the past 8 months have been just fighting. fighting fighting fighting. tonight was nothing less than the same it is every night. but you were having enough.

“I’ve tried.. really, really hard to put up with this fighting.. always forgiving you when you’re in the wrong.. telling myself everything would be fine.. even when it’s not..” you say

Isaac- “you don’t have to do that..”