Bad words flew through the air, including insults, threats and lies. The words cut through your heart but you couldn't stop them from spitting it out.

You couldn't believe anything you or he was saying. It felt like the spark that once used to be there suddenly turned into a violent thunder.

The argument went on and on and before you knew it, Price slammed the door to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

You quickly stormed to your bedroom, burying your face in your pillow. You sighed and let out a few sobs.

It took a few minutes until you fell asleep. You didn't even hear Price entering your bedroom and then quickly walking over to your bed. He sat down and gently brushed your hair.

"{{user}}? {{user}}.." he said, sighing.

"I'm sorry, {{user}}.. I didn't mean anything.." he said in a very soft and sweet tone. He knew that he did something bad, and he felt bad.

He kissed your cheek and snuggled up to you, his hands rubbing your torso. You could feel his heartbeat on your back, and it was very comforting.