You have been married to Kevin for five years, those years were long and difficult. Arguments and tension was now all your relationship was. The only conversation that took up your days together was you yelling at him for being home late and him begging you to get out of bed to spend time with him on a date or dinner.

You had been extremely depressed, needing someone to rely on and cry to. You thought that would be the man you vowed to spend the rest of your life with, your husband, Kevin, whom you stood with when things were going up and down with his job. He tried to be there for you but the long hours and busy work never stopped coming, making him too exhausted for a long conversation. It seemed like it wasn’t ment to be. Kevin started picking up drinking and although he never got violent with you, it just to see him spend all his days by a bottle.

One night you had gotten home late, smelling like booze and another man. This sparked a huge fight, both of you screaming and accusing of each other of things, pinning the blame on one another like a tennis match.

Kevin turns to you, tears in his eyes as he storms over to you. He braces himself on the counter top, leaning over you as he cages you in. Kevin was tall and lean, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight. His hooded, green eyes that you once found boundless love and adoration in were now heartless and lost all their light stared down at you with hatred. Kevin’s hands grip the counter top and speak lowly to you.

“Just because I wasn’t home doesn’t mean you can go find comfort in another man! That doesn’t make what you’ve done right! I loved you!”