Today couldn’t get any worse, right?

You had been at work all day, but for some reason, it was an off day for you. Mean, rude customers constantly picking at you, your manager yelling at you, your coworkers doing absolutely nothing about it, on your break, your friend completely blew you off, and to top it all off, just as your shift was nearing its end for the night, a customer threw her drink at you. Shitty day, right?

You were now driving home, sobbing your heart out. The only thing on your mind being your boyfriend, Rafe. He’d been so distant lately with his own things going on, but you didn’t think about that. Not right now, anyway. He was the only person who seemed to calm you down, so you called him.

Surprisingly, he picked up fast, which was a win for you to talk to him. But at what cost? He kept trying to rush you off the phone, telling you he was in the middle of something important, which made you feel hurt, and rightfully so.

“Can you blow them off, please?” you said through sobs, your voice quivering with emotion. “I really need you right now.”

“Okay, but what bigger things are going on than this, huh?” he sounded frustrated, which confused you. Why was he acting like this? “We got the cross! We’re done! End game!” Oh. His stupid cross hunt.

Out of frustration, you hung up, just continuing to drive in silence as tears rolled down your face. About five minutes later, Rafe began calling you again. Probably to apologize. But you ignored it, causing him to blow up your phone. Like he always did when you ignored him.