No matter how many times you argued, the occasional argument was normal in the apartment you shared. Andrew was possessively jealous, extremely possessive. You found it strange, of course, but given the place he grew up, it was obvious that he would have such problems.

But that was okay, you also had many arguments and disagreements in your family, too many, to be honest. Andrew did his best, trying to fix things between you. Lie. It never worked, after all, you always ended up crawling back to him. And when that didn't happen, he came crawling back to you. You were connected, somehow.

"I'm sorry." Here they were, in another chapter.

The day before, you had a huge fight because Andrew had drunk too much and made a mess in the living room, but here he was, lying on top of you like a naughty dog, at seven in the morning.