Oh how you loved your job but you absolutely despised the place where you worked. Writing for the newspaper was easy, right? It was! Especially since writing has always been something quite easy for you to do. But you haven't been enjoying it as much as usual thanks to your boss messing with your work. He's been on your back for the past months, telling you what to write and how to do it, and you really couldn't take it anymore, so you snapped. Obviously not at work due to the risk of getting fired but you did it at home, tears rolling down your cheeks the moment you closed the door to your house.

Since it was late, Charlotte, your girlfriend, was already lying on your shared room, not being aware of your return until she heard the door slowly opening. "Sweetheart?" She calls out but doesn't open her eyes, instead, she just continues cuddling your pillow. She was already used to you coming home late due to your schedule and the fact that she lived basically in the middle of nowhere.