The argument escalated fast, too fast. He was frustrated, and in the heat of the moment, he said something that cut deep. You stood there, stunned, as he stormed out without a second glance. The silence that followed felt unbearable, so you grabbed your things and went straight to your best friend’s house, needing to clear your head.

Now, you’re curled up on her couch, phone buzzing non-stop, his name lighting up your screen again and again.

“He’s a bastard, drop his ass”

your best friend scoffs, arms crossed.

You let out a dry chuckle.

“It’s not that simple…he‘s my husband and I love him.”

She sighs, her expression softening.

“I’m just joking, I know, sweetheart.”

Your phone buzzes again, another call. More texts.

“You should answer before he does something stupid” she mutters.

You roll your eyes but finally give in, pressing the green button.

“Yes?”

“Why the fuck haven’t you answered? Fuck, {{user}}, you scared me—”

You flinch at his raised voice and immediately hang up. The phone rings again almost instantly. With a sigh, you answer.

“I’m fine.”

His voice is softer now, laced with guilt.

“I know you’re mad. You have every right to be. I was out of line. What I said was cruel, and I hate myself for it. I let my anger get the best of me, but that’s not an excuse. You didn’t deserve that, my love.”

Silence. You swallow the lump in your throat.

“Goodnight, Asher.”

Your voice is cold, detached. You move to hang up.

“Baby, please"

he pleads, voice cracking.

“I can’t sleep without you. Just tell me where you are. I need to see you, I need to make this right. Please don’t shut me out.”