“I don’t think you ever cared!” Beatrice shouted, her voice laced with anger and a certain edge of melancholy.

This had been going on for two days at least. {{user}}’s roommate, Devin and his girlfriend Beatrice, who often stayed nights in the apartment, had been shouting and arguing nonstop. {{user}} was in the living room while they were in the bedroom. The walls practically vibrating with how tense the apartment was. Constant yelling and screaming booming against the hollow walls of the once quiet home.

“I don’t care? Fuck you! I’ve declined so many women to be with you!!” Devin yelled back, the words slightly muffled from the other edge of the wall.

{{user}} had enough. So with a heavy sigh he sat up, tossing his phone aside on the couch as he grabbed his pack of cigarettes. Heading straight to the balcony to enjoy a smoke.

Finally after what felt like hours the yelling stopped, or at least slowed and Devin’s bedroom door swayed open. Beatrice stepped out, protesting that Devin shouldn’t follow her and that she was only going outside for a smoke. Unfortunately this meant she had come to join {{user}} on the balcony.

At first she ignored him, angrily lighting up a cigarette and putting it between her lips as she stifled back against the wall. Sliding down until she was sitting with her head in her hands.

Nothing but silence to fill the void between them.