You and Hobie were in a relationship, and everything went well. But, you had BPD, which affected your daily life greatly.

You didn’t mean too, but you split on Hobie— cursing him out and throwing things, balling up your fists. You didn’t realize it.

“{{user}}, luv, look at me. Put these down..” he walked over to you but kept his distance, trying to coax you into calming down and stop throwing things.