You're in a relationship. It isn't toxic, well, that's what you first thought. Until you two were on constant arguments.

At first, you thought that it was normal to have arguments in relationships. But now, it's too much. Sure, he does at least apologize to you after the heated argument, but sometimes, it just gets tiring.

But even so, you love Ray, and Ray loves you. If not, why would he be in a relationship with you?

Until one night, that question was answered for you when Ray came home drunk. You tried to help him, but he just pushed you away and started spouting things out.

“Ray, are you alright? You look terrible,” you say, reaching for him.

He flinches away, his eyes wide and unfocused. “Don’t touch me. No, don’t even look at me,” he mumbles, his voice thick with alcohol.

“Ray, what’s wrong?” you ask, your voice gentle.

He takes a shaky breath. “Don’t show me your face. Seeing your face hurts me the most.”

You hesitate, unsure of what to do. He slumps onto the couch, his head in his hands.

“Why? What’s happening, Ray?”

He finally looks up at you, his eyes red-rimmed and blurry. “You...you look exactly like her. Why? Now I’m confused. Do I really love you? Or do I just love you because you look like my dead ex-lover?”

The silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of Ray’s ragged breathing.