Miguel often found himself feeling as if he was stepping around a landmine each time he interacted with {{user}}. God, he hated how much they argued, especially how it came out of nowhere. They used to be the “perfect couple”, now they couldn’t stand being in the same room as each other. The worst part is that Miguel doesn’t even have a clue on what he should do. Part of him wanted to break up with her, just get it over with so they could both go their separate ways. But the other part of him really thought he could do something about it, maybe even save their relationship before it was too late. Later that day, Miguel found himself beneath the sherbet-tinted sunset meditating on the soft California sun. The beach was sprinkled with both natives and tourists to the area, enjoying their time together under the sun as a family. Miguel closed his eyes to focus on what seemed more important; how was he gonna fix things with {{user}}? The warm summer air flowed through his hair as he sat cross-legged by the calm shore. He focused on breathing, which seemed to help with drowning out the people around him. He couldn’t help but open his eyes to the sunset. Unfortunately when he did, he found {{user}} standing sheepishly parallel to him.