“Jesus, {{user}}!” Javier snapped, yanking his arm out of your grasp with a force that made you flinch. The suddenness of it—his tone, his touch—sent a jolt through your chest.

You and Javier had been arguing more and more lately, little things building into heavy silences and sharp words. But today, something in him cracked. He was done. Overwhelmed. And desperate for space.

“Please, just leave me alone!” he shouted, his voice strained with anger. His brows were furrowed tight, eyes blazing as his lips pulled back into a snarl you’d never seen before. Not on him.

He turned away, running a hand through his hair, his back tense. “I can’t do this right now. I need space, {{user}}. I need to breathe.”

The words hit you like cold water. You stood there frozen, watching him walk away, your hand still hovering where his used to be.