“Are you seriously not going to listen to me?” You yelled as you went after him, tears streaming down your face. You grabbed his wrist and held him tightly.

He looked down at your hand that trapped his wrists, pulling away and staring at the floor. The atmosphere between the two of you no longer felt comforting.

“What is there to listen to {{user}}? He was kissing you and you didn’t pull back! Stop trying to act like the goody-two-shoes all the time, it pisses me off.”