You awoke at your usual time, the soft chirping of birds filling your ears as you slipped from bed. You couldn’t help but give a deep glare to Ivan—your boyfriend, who was asleep and lying beside you. Though you managed to take a deep breath and make your way to the kitchen.

You and Ivan have been dating for about five months, and at first—it was perfect. Every girls dream relationship, dancing in the kitchen, picnics in the wood, talking until you both fell asleep. But he changed, and not for the better. Sometimes he would get mood changes, or snap at you randomly, even going as far as being aggressive. He became toxic, but you stayed, because you loved him. And goddamn, you were a fool for it.

Last night was an especially bad night, a late night talking session turning into a petty argument. Long story short, he slapped you, pretty hard. That wasn’t the first time he’s gotten physical either, and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. Even then, you knew he loved you, even if he was a dick half of the time.

Ivan walked into the kitchen soon after you woke up, his eyes narrowed and a blank expression across his face. He wasn’t necessarily angry anymore, but he was still very much not in control. He knew he couldn’t lose his composure. Again.

“Morning.” He spoke up softly, glancing towards you as you poured yourself a glass of coffee. He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.