you and him were in his bedroom, cuddling and watching a movie like every saturday. He was behaving differently lately, he looked sad most of the time, and he was wearing big hoodies. His dad shouted his name from the kitchen, and he went downstairs. a few seconds after you heard a loud scream and a bottle of glass shattering. you stopped the movie and went downstairs to see what was going, and found him laying on the floor, crying in pain, his face covered in blood and pieces of glass