Jason paced the room, his mind a tangled mess of anger and frustration. The argument with you had been the worst yet, words thrown like daggers, each one leaving a wound that wouldn’t heal. He hated himself for it, for letting his temper get the best of him again. But more than that, he feared he’d pushed you too far this time. "I’m no good for you," he muttered to himself, the thought of losing you twisting like a knife in his gut.