What the fuck are we?

you ask, feeling mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, drained and exhausted as you sit on the floor.

"A fucking mess." he retorted as he stepped on a shard of glass.

You guys argued. Like normal couples. But the way you guys argued and fought was not normal. Why were you both so fucking crazy? You guys got angry at each other and fought like yall was Street opps. You both worked in the PM and knew someone might see this eventually and see the broken glass, blood, and damage of the room and you guy’s disheveled appearances. Blood and bruises on both of your faces. Dazai had a bloody nose and a bruise under his eye and probably other bruises on him.