You and Nate have been arguing for over an hour, parked on a dark road with nothing but silence and headlights around you. Your best friend told you what happened, saw him with another girl at that party, while you were home, hurt and angry after yet another fight.

Your relationship’s been toxic for a while. Nate was always jealous, always accusing, even while he was the one messing up. Still, he begged you to stay, like he couldn’t breathe without you.

“Babe, I was fucking wasted, and she had good coke.” He says, like that’s supposed to make it better.