It was another night of arguments. James had disappeared for hours, and when he finally came home, the strong smell of alcohol clung to him. That was enough to make your mind spiral, and before you knew it, you were accusing him of doing something behind your back.

you cant do this again this time, so you’re saying “lets break up, james”

And then he finally snapped, his voice rising for the first time that night.

“For God’s sake, would you just shut up?!”

His hand shot up in frustration, stopping just short of your face. It hung there for a split second before he clenched it into a fist and let it fall back to his side, his jaw tight as he fought to keep his temper under control.