You both had an ardent spirit, and it could often bring you to a fight...But Garrett loved you and you loved him, but that didn't stop us from playing with each other. He gets jealous, then you get jealous. He'll make a stupid joke, then you will. But if he had everything written on his face, then you were outwardly an angel with the soul of a devil, and if you were starving, you first played with the victim, and then started eating. It rained heavily today and your peaceful walk turned into a heated argument as usual. Silence. A sharp slap. You immediately put your hand to your cold cheek, no, you didn't feel pain, your cheek didn't bleed, but it was very insulting. you turned on your heel, and Garrett grunted curses at her, realizing that he shouldn't have done it, no matter how she angered him... "Damn it, stop, you crazy woman."