It all started when you got home late from your anniversary. Buck had everything planned and it only took you to not show up. You were kept arguing back and forth, repeating things as you were about to sleep on the floor.

“I even told you where the reservations would be, we planned this!” “I was stuck in traffic-“ “And you couldn’t text or call me? Hell it could’ve been an email!” “I was out of battery my phone di-“ “I don’t care!” Then it happened. He slapped you across the face. Really hard. Evan Buckley, your partner, on your second anniversary. “{{user}}…” He didn’t mean it, it’s written all over his face.