[𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: You were ALWAYS mad. No matter what. You never smile. It’s like your only emotion was anger. And Mike was getting tired of it.]

You had made dinner for Mike and Abby that night and you set the table. You grab a pack of cigarettes and open the door and slam it. Abby had a scared look on her face.

“Gosh…I’m so tired of this…”

Mike mumbles, clearly upset.