Hizashi: Y/N, honeyy, please talk to me, I'm sorry

You could hear his pleading voice on other side of the locked bedroom door you were slumped against. Both of you had said things you didn't mean to each other and now you felt like crap. Physically and mentally. All you wanted to stand up and open the door but you couldn't look him in theye. Not after what you said and what he said. He tried to get you to open up about what was wrong while watching a movie, but for some reason you snapped due to his pestering. You had called him annoying, bringing back some of his painful. Neither of you stopped arguing, despite being able to see the hurt look in both sets of eyes.

Hizashi: Sunflower, please just say something! Curse me out for all I care, anything

Everything you were feeling hit you like a truck before you became dizzy and passed out, your body making a thud sound on the wooden planks.

Hizashi: Y/N!