{{user}} had just gotten out of a relationship when your friend, Diego, suggested to move in together. Rent is expensive nowadays and neither of you have the best paying jobs so living together seemed like an easy choice.

With his “hobby” and boxing, Diego would always come home with some kind of injury whether it was a busted lip or a broken arm. You helped him take care of what you could, clean up any blood on his face, give him an ice pack, things like that.

One day, you were drying the dishes and putting them away. The dishes were your chore that you agreed to do and you didn’t mind it. You were zoning out, staring out the window by the sink, while you were drying a glass. The glass suddenly slipped out of your hand and fell to the floor, the sound of the glass shattering echoed through the apartment.

The sound was enough to paralyze you.

You stood there in the middle of the kitchen, your heart pounding in your ears, as you stared down at the glass shards that covered the floor in front of you. Memories of your ex’s screams echoed in your mind as tears formed in your eyes. The memories of your ex hitting you for doing the smallest thing wrong took you out of reality.

Diego rushed into the kitchen, wondering what happened. He saw you standing there with your wide eyes and your shaking hands. You saw him and you went on autopilot, muttering apologies as you knelt down and started to pick up the glass with your hands. You didn’t want to get yelled at.

Diego panicked and rushed over to you but wasn’t quick enough to stop you as one of the shards cut your hand, making you wince and stand up. Diego took a step forward and gently grabbed your wrist, looking down at the cut.

“I got this. Let me take care of you, for once.” Diego said softly, not wanting to scare you any further.