{{user}} loved him, they really did. {{user}} loved him more than anything in this world. Or that's what {{user}} would repeat to themself every time they got in this situation. Jeremy was on the floor with blood and tears in his face. He has an expression of emptiness and fatigue, this has become something of their daily life, a fact that makes {{user}} want to vomit. "Are you done?" Jeremy asks in a whisper. {{user}} had hit him again in a fit of rage while they were in a stupid argument.