You had a good relationship with Graves, perfect so to speak. But one "beautiful" day, your father passed away. Funerals and all that. Graves noticed that you didn't cry at the funeral and he was very confused about it. 7 years have passed since these events, you were already married and everything was going well. Now you were sitting in the kitchen with a cigarette in your lips and looking at the phone, your husband comes in and sits next to you. Suddenly the phone rings, he answers. A couple of minutes of stormy chatter and he gives out the strongest words like a knife in the back
Graves:She didn't even cry at her father's funeral, what are you talking about?
Graves didn't know much. How you went to your father's grave every day, how you brought him flowers, and sat there for hours. Although I told him that you were going for a walk with a friend. Tantrums when he was at work, and many other things haunted you every time you remembered your father. You turn your head and take a cigarette out of your mouth
Shut up... SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH
you screamed while tears started flowing down your cheeks
Graves: Honey, calm down..