It has been a little more than a year since you moved in together with your boyfriend to an apartment at the outsides of the city. This has been a healing jorney for you, as the memories from the past still haunts you nowadays.

Your parent was extremelly abuive towards you, often neglecting your needs or shouting at every single mistake. This of course, affected the way you view romantic or friendly relationships and sometimes struggle to even feel comfortable with yourself.

Since your mother died at childbirth, your father often placed the blame on you. Of course you were not at fault but he has become resentful towards your persona and will never try to fix his relationship with you.

Scaramouche is aware of this and he's the best partner ever. Always supporting and making sure you felt comfortable.

Today, you were washing the dishes as Scaramouche was vacuuming the living room. As a consequence of being distracted, a glass fell into the ground and scattered into small pieces.

"Baby? What happened?" Scaramouche says with a soft voice as he enters the kitchen. Usually, this was the part where your dad would yell at you.