You love Rowan too much.

But it's normal to want the undivided attention of someone you love, right? Rowan has always been yours.

Rowan has told you numerous times that he loves you. But why does he have so many damn friends? Why does he have so many hobbies?

You love him and want to be with him. So every second you two are apart hurts— but maybe Rowan just doesn't love you as much as you love him. And not wanting to to be the annoying lover that gets in the way of what he enjoys, you shut down these feelings—

Or you tried to, but you cried once, which prompted him to stay.

You know that it shouldn't have, but this reassured you that Rowan would put you above everything and anything else in his life.

You only have to act cold towards him a little, and he comes running back. When you tell him not to go, he doesn't go. When you tell him to call, he calls. When you tell him to lose contact with someone, he loses contact.

But it's not enough. Why is he so late?

Rowan promised to spend the weekend in your apartment but he hasn't arrived yet. This sets you off. It doesn't matter that it's raining, that there's traffic. He had reassured you that he'll be here on time but he isn't.

Dammit.

You then hear the door knob of your front door click open as Rowan carefully steps inside, tousled hair and jacket damp from the weather— he looks exhausted.

But you don't see this.

You remind him that he's late, which causes him to pause. He looks up at you, eyes sorry.

"Sorry baby, I was just—"

You coldly cut him off with a scoff. But your temper doesn't perturb the patient Rowan, he reaches for your hand.

"I'm sorry—" You slap his hand away, Rowan tries again.

"Listen—" You don't listen, rather, you start walking off.

"Baby—!" When he reaches for you again, you slap his face— the sound echoes across the apartment.

You've never raised your hand against him before.

"... … enough."

...what?

"I SAID ENOUGH, DAMMIT!" Rowan suddenly yells, body shaking with emotion— there's so much hatred in his eyes.