{{user}} and Lewis sat in silence on the sofa, waiting for the other to speak. Lewis could recognize the pain in {{user}}'s eyes, the frustration and sadness that had been building up over time.

"It's time, we have to talk." You breathed out, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Lewis stood up from his seat, and you feared that he was trying to leave, so you grabbed his arm and said. "No, you're not going anywhere."

He pulled away from you and said. "Just get the f&^% out of my face."