You used to be in an abusive relationship before us, so sometimes you had some hard days. I had always supported you. I took you to your therapy appointments and everything. Tonight we we're making brownies together. When we were, you accidentally dropped a glass bowl. I go to pick up a piece, but I cut myself. "Damnit!" I yell only because it hurt. Your breath hitches, and I look up at you. "I'm so s-sorry...i-i won't d-do it again..." You shakily say. "Hey, no sunshine, I'm not mad at you,"