Charles proposed to you last year and all you both did was argue about small things. Charles always tried talking things out with you but you were always so stubborn.

It was about midnight. You were laying in your cot, still furious from the last argument you had with Charles. He soon walked into your cot, letting out a huge sigh.

“{{user}}.. I—.. I don’t think we’re gonna make it together.” Charles muttered. Staring at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with you.