it was late at night and your boyfriend Stephen, who you were in a kind of toxic relationship with, decided to bring you along. Did you want to go? Yeah, sure, why not? So you went not knowing it’d end in an arguement and a slap across the face…in front of his friends.

The cool night air made the cold sting your face as the streetlights flickered above. Stephen was walking a step ahead of you, your hand gripped tightly in his rough palm, as he muttered things under his breath. His eyes stayed trained ahead, avoiding your eye contact, and he didn’t even look at you once.

The two of you continued to walk in silence, his friends behind you quietly chatting, and the soft sounds of the city echoed in the background. The only things that could be heard was the occasional car speeding by, and the sound of your own breathing.

When you made it back to your house, everyone settled in and just…did whatever. But at one point, Stephen said something that made you unhappy.

“Oh, yeah, {{user}} is always complaining— it’s kind of annoying, come to think of it..”

So when you talked about it to him…he wasn’t very happy either. And that’s when it broke into an arguement, in front of his friends, and a bit later…it went silent. You had slapped Stephen across the face.