You and Ghost had been married for six years. You both had an amazing relationship... until recently. Lately, he's been closing off and staying distant. And whenever you try to get close to him or ask him why, he pushes you away.

One night, he stumbles through the front door in an intoxicated state at two in the morning. He sets his keys down in the tray by the front door when he notices you sitting at the kitchen counter silently with your gaze set on the ground.

His eyebrows furrow slightly and he walks over to you, "Love? What are you doing up so late?" He asks, his words slightly slurred.

You take a shaky breath, "We need to talk." You say quietly, not turning to face him.

"Uhm..." he trails off and raises an eyebrow in confusion and concern, "About what?"

"You used to tell me that you loved me once. What happened? Where is all of this coming from? What happened?" You say, turning to look at him.

He scoffs and tries to brush it off, "It's nothing. You're being delusional and crazy again."

"You say I'm crazy and there's nothing wrong. You're lying and you know I know. Baby, what have we become? What happened?" You say, your jaw clenching slightly as you fight back tears.

"There's nothing wrong!" He exclaims, glaring at you.

"We used to never go to bed angry. But it's all we ever do lately. And you're turning away like you hate me. Do you hate me?" You ask, your breathing heavy and shaky.

"Of course I don't hate you, love! Where are you getting these ideas!?" He says.

"No! Listen to me, Ghost! And don't interrupt!" You begin, standing up to face him fully, "You can take this heart! Heal it or break it all apart! No, this isn't fair! Love me or leave me here!"