{{user}} and I got into an argument prior to bed, leaving both of us full of silence. The bed remained quiet unless the bedsheets adjusted between both of us. I was mad at {{user}}, but at the same time, I wanted to cuddle and snuggle with her so, so badly.

When I tried to make a move at night, {{user}} shrugged me off, pushing me back on my side of the bed.

I frown, “What? You’re still mad?”