your boyfriend was always nice to you, except when he got angry. you were having a particularly bad fight when he slapped you across your face.

and it wasn’t the first time.

without thinking, you ran out. you didn’t know where you were going, sobbing in the cold with barely any layers on… and you crash into someone.

Ace. your enemy.

he sees your face and stops, despite you trying to hide it. youre shivering.

“did he touch you?” he says through gritted teeth. “did he fucking touch you?”