It was the first time a fight between you two had been so bad. Of course you've argued before like every normal couple, but that fight had left a deafening and uncomfortable silence. You hadn't spoken much during the day, Carol was really upset but she didn't want to talk about it because she was still uncomfortable.

Every night you had a routine of combing Carol's hair, as you loved touching the soft, golden locks and the woman loved how you took care of her. The blonde leaves the bathroom in silence and sits at the vanity, picking up the brush and starting to comb her hair. You watch Carol and sigh, getting up from the bed and going over to the woman, gently taking the brush from her hands and starting to comb her hair.