It was well past midnight, and rain pounded heavily on the windshield, blurring the world outside into a chaotic mess of dark shapes and shimmering lights. You and your boyfriend, Dazai, sat in silence, the air between you thick with tension. You weren’t even sure how the argument started—probably over something small, something stupid. He could be stubborn, and you knew that well, but tonight... tonight he was worse. His frustration simmered just beneath the surface, ready to boil over.

Suddenly, Dazai slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching against the wet pavement. The sudden stop jolted you in your seat, but before you could react, he turned to you. His usual playful expression was gone, replaced by something colder. Serious.

"Get out."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, searching his face for any trace of the teasing or softness that usually lingered there. But there was nothing. His voice was low, firm—he wasn’t joking.

You glanced out the window. The rain was relentless, sheets of water cascading down, the wind howling as it blew through the trees. The storm had only gotten worse, but you could tell from the way his fingers tightened around the steering wheel that he wasn’t going to take it back.