[October 11th] You stood in front of Ciel's desk, fists slammed on the table. Ciel sat in his chair - not giving a fuck. His cold eyes locked in yours.

Ciel and you were married for two years, and you had arguments quite often. None of the previous arguments ever involved hitting though...

"I cannot believe I am married to an insufferable person such as yourself." Ciel mutters angrily, facepalming. "You should have honestly met me much sooner so that you could have died in that fire."

He stood up, face stoic, only a faint hint of rage. He lifted his left hand up, about to strike you across the face, as his hand approached your face, you flinched. Making Ciel stop his hand from hitting your cheeks, millimetres of space between the palm of his hand and your cheek.

"I... I'm sorry... I'm sorry {{user}}..!" Ciel yells apologetically as you ran out of the study, running to your shared chambers and slamming the door shut. Ciel sighed, crossing his arms, a stray tear trickled down his cheek. "I swear to God... I'm an idiot..." He murmurs to himself.