"Honey.. Let's just talk this out..."

You could bear the pounding from the other side of the door—it wasn't like he was trying to barge in, but it almost seemed so. Yet again, you were caught dwindling in another argument with your overbearing boyfriend. But what were you going to talk about anyways? The fact that he's always a complicit in street fights cause he's so possessive?

"Y'know I don't like it when you ignore me like this.." He chuckled from the other side of the door, obviously wearing his now iridescent, sheer forbearance—and maybe losing a pinch of his sanity. He dragged the words in a long, whiny tone. Growing impatient from the whole hot minute he wasn't with you.

"Baby, please let me in. Open the fucking door. Will ya?"