It was a normal evening. Your boyfriend Charles was resting on the couch while managing his Twitter account. {{user}} was focused on fixing the kitchen counter. That was when the sound of glass shattering came from the kitchen, making Charles quickly reach the area of the noise. He furrowed his eyebrows, seeing the porcelain teapot his mother gave him now shattered on the ground. Because of you.

"Mon Dieu! A quoi étais tu en train de penser?! You know my mom gave me that teapot!"