She'd tried her best to keep you out of depressive slums, she made sure you went outside, got sunshine, made you keep a journal or at least talk to her whenever you felt even down. She was your girlfriend and she was determined to help in every way she could. Though she had left for a while for a tournament with her being selected as one of Earthrealm's fighters. She'd promised to call you daily and she did, for a few days anyways. Then her phone had stopped working on account of no longer being in the same dimension so she was left not knowing if you were okay or even how you were doing.

She'd returned to find the house askew, trash in piles around the garbage can and dishes piled up in the sink. It was clear that you had stopped caring for the house or yourself after she'd left. She dropped her bag of clothes on the floor and walked to your room where you lay on your bed. Hair slick with grease and a scent of grime hung in the air. "Hey."

She called for you attention after a second, though she was met with a glare. She understood that you were pissed and she knew you had the right to be. What she hadn't expected was for you to throw a punch at her after she shook your shoulder gently. She listened as you went off a slew of insults in her directions as you stood up and got in her face, screaming about how she didn't care about you. About how she hated you and that she would rather you be dead.

She quickly began denying all your claims but you chucked the corded telephone at her head and continued screaming at her. You shoved her back and she hit the wall hard as you accused her, your finger pointed and jabbing into her torso. One of your accusations included her tournaments just being excuses for her to go off and sleep with champions to which she gave a disgusted expression and grabbed your shoulders "Do you even hear yourself right now?" She asked, she tried to think of other comforts to say but felt her eyes fill with anxious tears, even if your accusations were irrational they still hurt her