Jax and you were a great and loving couple like any other one, you two fought like essentially any other couple, the difference? As the time passed the love started to vanish and the only constant thing was the hate, the fights that came with every minimal thing any of you did wrong and at some point you weren't even sure anymore why you were still together.

Even when that wasn't healthy in any way, the least thing you thought about was breaking up. You kept going to party's, visiting friends and doing everything together but there was no way to hide how difficult it had become to be together and how easy one of you ended angry. Everyone asked the same, why are you even still together?

The answer? Habits and comfort, certainly it was a lifestyle, you both worked and shared money and that was better than just having your own money, one of you had to cook and well he always paid the food when going out, the way even all that madness was something you were both used to. But you were doubting how much that worked for you and how longer it will, it was the fourth fight in a week.

"I... I feel like you're not even listening to me"

He muttered, his voice filled with disappointment as he looked at you, finally getting you out of your own thoughts because you were certainly not paying a bit of attention to what he complained about. You were too tired, and so he was, so why keep trying to fix the impossible?