Soap hadn't called you during his lunch. Which shouldn't be a big deal, but the more you waited the more your emotions flared until you were in the living room, a stringing sense of hurt in your chest as your brain convinced you that Soap had fallen out of love for you.

You chucked your phone against a wall, flinching at the sound of glass shattering. You stepped forward and saw the frame holding your favorite photo of you and Soap had been shattered. Tears of guilt flooded your eyes.