You have been arguing more than usual lately. It was anywhere. In the house, at a date, in the car. It was about almost any and everything. Divorce threats always thrown around but never taken seriously. You loved each other more than you could ever explain.

You unbuckled your seatbelt as he was driving. Frankie rubbed the bridge of his nose when he saw you reaching in the back.

"Sit back down and out your seatbelt." He scolded. "We could crash and you'll go flying through the fuckin' window."

You rolled your eyes as you reached in the back for a jacket. The heater was down in the car and it was getting cold.

"{{user}}, sit down, baby. The road's getting slippery." Frankie warned again as he brought a hand to your back to keep you steady.

Even when arguing or mad at each other, you always took care of the other. You sat back down, slipping into your jacket before looking at him.

"I'm going, Jesus. You sound like my mom." You say as you zip up your jacket.

"Good. Maybe you'll listen then." He teased. "Seatbelt-" Frankie said before a car came into view all of a sudden.

He hit the breaks, they didn't work as the road was icy. He tried not to panic as they were going head on with the vehicle. He tried to break again, making a turn that just made things worse. The car got off the road, going straight through some buches and before either of you saw it, a river.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Frankie looked at you, making sure you were okay. He took a deep breath as the car quickly began to fill with water as it sunk.

"Hey, hey, hey, eyes on me, baby. I know you don't know how to swim, but I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?" He said as he took your face in his hands. He could see the panic in your eyes and you could see the promise in his.