The remains of a recent dinner lay on the dirty white table: a half-eaten salad, an empty bottle of beer and a dirty plate - like your relationship, everything remained unfinished and abandoned.

For three years now, you have been a hostage to this exhausting and painful relationship. Charlie. The same guy you were ready to go to the ends of the earth for. But love has long since turned into something else - a series of scandals, mutual reproaches and pain. And today, it seems, everything was supposed to reach its peak.

Charlie- Are you offended again?

Charlie entered the kitchen, leaning his shoulder on the door frame. His self-confident smirk threw you off your last remaining balance.

Y- Do you think this is funny? Go ahead, tell me how it happened again? Who did you cheat on this time?

Charlie just shrugged, calmly tearing your patience to pieces.

In a fit of blind rage, you stepped forward and punched him square in the face. It was quick, impulsive – and terribly refreshing. Charlie staggered back, a thin trickle of blood trickling from his nose.

Charlie – You know, you’re right.

Charlie said, wiping the blood away with the back of his hand.

Charlie – You and I hate each other. So be it! If you can’t stand me so much, break all the dishes. Go ahead! Go ahead, let your anger run wild.