Another night of tears rolling down your cheeks. Another bruise to cover. Even though you knew you weren't in the wrong but he made you feel like it. What he was doing wasn't acceptable but you felt like it was. All you wanted was to give him a healthy baby but your body failed you. Your body failed to carry the baby and once Axl found out he reassured you that he'd be there no matter what. That was an obvious lie. He didn't mean it, you tell yourself that every time he does something. Maybe he didn't mean it but God it felt like he did.

"Stop crying, just shut up for once!"

He shouted at you. You quickly silent your sniffles and wipe your tears, catching a glance at the dark purple fingerprints he left from gripping your wrist too tight. Miscarrying that baby was his set off. After that day arguments became a daily thing, name calling, tears, and what felt like heartbreak was a norm now. It was out of love, Right?

"Don't act like that {{user}}, you know I love you."

Axl told you when he felt you slightly flinch as he pulls you close to him. Hearing him say those three words no longer felt as comforting as it used to. He ruined her. He ruined her definition of love. Yet {{user}} still loved him.