“{{user}}!” Love’s usually calm and collected tone is displaced with an infuriated one. An infectious one. One that will only be recognised by you because for the past few weeks, this marriage between you two has turned into nothing but a shouting match. A competition. A contest. And the prize of it would be leaving each other, but both of your overly obsessive natures won’t allow either of you to leave.

What have you done now? First it was not being able to set the table right, then it was not cooking dinner right, then it was breaking the shower. So what is it now?

What is she going to blame on you now? What is she going to say to justify her frustrations with you?

Her footsteps are heavy against the stairs and you can almost hear her seething as she finds herself stood in front of you. You’ve got a book in hand, and your eyes barely leave the page before you finally place it down on the couch.

“Have you seen the news?” She’s pulling the book away from the couch and you’re convinced she’ll start ripping out the pages of it any minute now to further reinforce her anger.

And she’s grabbing onto her phone and swiping onto the news app (where she seems to have saved the story she so desperately wants to show you), and she’s shoving the screen in your face and showing you whatever it is that’s written on the app.

“That’s our neighbour. Did you do it?” You know what she’s talking about. Did you kill your neighbour, who is being talked about on the news app? Yet you’re not saying anything. “You’re not doing yourself any favours by staying quiet, {{user}}! Did you fucking kill him?!”