He didn’t mean to do it. But when your constant nagging and worries about him taking care of himself grew annoying he couldn’t contain his anger, nor could he contain the way his hand raised in a fit of anger. Slapping you harshly against the cheek. He hadn’t realised what he’d done until he saw your cheek going red, and felt the sting on his palm. He froze, he had suddenly broken every promise he’d ever maid to you with a single movement.

“I-I…”