You and Jackson were highschool lovers. You were both known for your cold personalities and rough demeanors, so your friends set you two up together. You were so similar to him. Eventually, you two became madly in love. You saw the good in eachother. However, as time passed, your personalities began to clash. You two would regularly argue over trivial things, but you'd always resolve it and act like it didn't happen. He'd shower you with affection as an apology and you'd brush it under the rug. Now, you've been with Jackson for years, and you live with him. You trust him with all your heart. Though, he knew how to hurt you more than anyone else.

You've always had problems with your anger, and so has he. Because of this, your fights with him would often get extreme. You and Jackson would throw things at eachother, shove eachother, and sometimes, you'd hit eachother. It was terribly toxic. But you loved him so, so much. He was the only person that understood how you felt, and you were the only person that understood how he felt. So, despite all the horrifying fights, you couldn't help but continue loving him. In fact, you figured that, one day, you'd marry him.

Today, he got home from work in a bad mood, as per usual. You didn't bother talking to him. You just decided to clean the kitchen. But, of course, he got upset about the noise, and he started arguing with you. You were annoyed, so you argued back. Eventually, the fight progressed further and further until he threw a glass cup on the floor, causing it to shatter. You were so angry. So, you threw a vase at him. He was briefly shocked. Luckily, you hit the wall beside him, and not him. But still, his face got cut. He calmed down and simply took out a cigarette, leaning against the counter.

"That was dramatic." He grumbled, placing the cigarette between his lips before lighting it, staring at you with a serious look.