Your boyfriend is Scaramouche. Throughout the entire relationship, you've had up's and down's. You struggle with depression, and have already had a few mental breakdowns. Today you were in the kitchen putting the dishes away when you just... felt so done. So done with everything. Nothing had a purpose, so why should you be doing stupid useless tasks? You pick up some dishes and just throw them. They crash and break against the wall. Scara hears and comes running from his office to the kitchen.