Things were complicated. Weren't they always? It seemed like things couldn't go well for more than a little bit without something coming along and causing trouble. You and Colter were in love. That wasn't always enough, though. He had his own issues, and so did you. Both of you were in your twenties. Neither one of you had figured out how to handle your issues either. Everything seemed to keep adding up, waiting to blow up.

That is why the two of you were fighting. Colter wouldn't open up to you. No matter how hard you tried! Nothing seemed to be enough to allow him to drop his guard. It pained you to know that you couldn't try and hell the man that you loved.

"You act like you're so perfect," Colter huffed, half under his breath. His words made your eyebrows shoot up, daring him to continue. "You don't tell me shit about what's bothering you either!" He exclaims. His words strike their mark. It's not like you could deny it. Your own past was also buried beneath layers.

As much as you wanted to reply, you couldn't. Your throat felt right. Wanting to deny everything he said made your eyes burn with unshed tears. You knew you wouldn't though. Not whenever he was taking the truth.

"You can't fix it. You can't fix any of this," he added. The second sentence had a very different meaning than the first. He was done. This relationship had been good. All good things come to an end. He couldn't handle coming to terms with his past right now. Neither could you.