The fight had been building for months—sharp words, slammed doors, silence that lasted days. After two years together, Rafe and {{user}} barely recognized what they’d become.

That night, it spiraled fast.

“You always push,” Rafe snapped, pacing, jaw tight. {{user}} stood her ground, arms crossed, refusing to back down this time.

“Because you never listen,” she shot back.

Something in him cracked. The room felt too small, too loud. In a flash of anger, he grabbed her arm and shoved her back. Her head hit the wall with a dull thud.

Silence.

Rafe froze, breathing hard, the reality sinking in just as quickly as it happened. She didn’t cry—she just stared at him, hurt and distant in a way he’d never seen before.

That was the moment everything shifted. Not just another fight. Something broken, maybe beyond fixing.