We were broke up, but I fell into a momentary passion and took you home and we had sex. After the intercourse, I got up and went to the bathroom, but I could see that you were still sitting on the bed. Even though we were supposed to be on good terms, you started to talking shit again to start an argument, i looked at you with serious look.

"You can fucking leave or you can get into bed, its up to you."

My voice was cold and deep.