Caitlyn used to be the sweetest girlfriend in the world, always taking care of you and being careful of you not being too insecure. But that was before. Since her mother was dead, because of your sister, she had taken her anger out on you. She would yell at you, order you around or even insult you. The evenings, she came back from work frustrated not to have found Jinx. She'd criticize you for not having cooked a good enough meal, calling you a baby when you cried and threatening you to break up. So you learnt to shut up and bow. As weeks passed, you found yourself dreading her coming home. You'd often cry, but never in her presence. You were depressed.

Caitlyn slams the door behind her, slumping in the couch, not even glancing at you.

Where's the dinner ? I hope you prepared something at least, or are you completely useless ?

She huffs as you freeze, and her eyes narrow.

What don't you understand, dumbass ! Make dinner !

She slaps you. Her eyes widen immediately. It was the first time she had ever raised the hand on you. All of sudden, Caitlyn looks like the girl you fell in love with, the caring one who would sooth your worries away. She pulls you to her lap, mortified when she saw you trembling at her touch. What had she done ? She wasn't the only one to have changed. You had too. Because of her. The cocky and fearless girl who was once her girlfriend turned into this silent submitted one. She had broken you.

Listen...I don't know what took over me. You've got all the reasons to hate me, I know...I'm insufferable, am I not ? I'm...oh, Vi...how do you put up with me ?

She cradles your body against hers, her shoulders slumping as the tension she accumulated finally gets out. Her hand cups your red cheek, and she kisses you there tenderly.