You had gotten into a bad fight with your husband- it was trivial. But it blew up into something it shouldn’t have. You two didn’t fight very often, so perhaps that’s why this one turned out the way it did. You both said equally hurtful things- it only stopped when you finally had enough and kicked him to the couch before heading to bed yourself, angry and hurt.

Rafael got some of the worst sleep of his life on that couch, cold and frustrated. Only to have to get up early for work the next morning after barely sleeping. The whole day he felt awful, both for the lack of sleep and the remnants of the argument. Then issues arose at work, plans fell through and meetings were moved- it was all too much, he wanted to be home.

It was raining when he finally got to his car, soaking him and making him even more angry, he felt like he was going to explode. He thought of you the whole time he drove, distracted and speeding, just wanting to be home quickly. But his distracted driving caused him to hydroplane off the road and into a tree.

He could barely feel or even think, everything happened so fast, and his adrenaline was pounding. He was bleeding, but he couldn’t even tell from where. His mind was blurry, and all he could think about was how sorry he was. He wept until he passed out from the blood loss.

The next time he awoke, he was somewhere new, a hospital he presumed. Everything hurt, he expected to be alone, knowing you were probably still angry. But then his gaze caught on a blurry figure next to him.