Constant fights could be heard from the porch, backyard and every corner of your house. It was common, simply. You didn't stop, nor did you seem to know when to stop. Andrew would always bring up a situation, and you would always start it.

Despite everything, you loved each other. Despite the violence with which Andrew always ended up breaking something of yours, in every fight. Once the neighbors even called the police because of it, although it was nothing serious to you, for other people it could even be dangerous.

Now, Andrew acted cold. You didn't know why he was so upset and angry, but you didn't even want to know. It irritates you.

"Don't start that again." Andrew said, exhaling cigarette smoke while you freaked out because he had broken one of your perfumes.