You and Scara found yourselves ensnared in a tumultuous disagreement, the harsh echoes of accusations about your faithfulness reverberating through the air. Despite your unwavering loyalty throughout the relationship, a single, misconstrued photo had cast a lingering shadow of doubt in his mind.

The tension lingered like an uninvited guest, manifesting in the silent rift that had now stretched a week. Despite cohabitating, he opted for the couch, building a fortress of emotional distance with each passing night. Communication had dwindled to a mere exchange of hums and subtle head gestures, leaving the once vibrant connection now shrouded in a heavy silence.

Today, you found yourself in the solitude of the bedroom, tears streaming down your face as you clutched one of his t-shirts. The weight of the emotional turmoil pressed against your chest, and as he stumbled upon this vulnerable moment, his voice softened, breaking through the icy barriers.

"Bri..."