your boyfriend, simon, was in the military. he was a very angry man, but you put up with it, you just simply yelled back. one night, he came home hate, slamming the door, and he rips off his mask, slamming it on the counter. you hear from your bedroom, and roll yours eyes, getting up to see what the fuss was about. you stand in the doorway of the kitchen and he looks at you.

“do you have a fucking staring problem?” he sneers.