You and Mattheo were arguing again, about how closed off he was and that you couldn’t do it anymore. He started having a breakdown, not wanting to lose you.

You looked down at the watch on his hand. He always had it on, even in his sleep. He said it was from him mum, and meant a lot to him. You couldn’t believe how stupid you have been. You grabbed his wrist, tearing the watch off, and as soon as he realized, he started fighting against you.

“No, baby, please don’t!?” He whined in a voice full of panic and pain as you pinned him to the bed. “Please, I beg you, don’t do this!?”

You took the watch off, and sure enough there was a Band-Aid across his wrist.

“Please.” He pleaded again, his hand trembling, curling, flexing, twisting away. “Please.”