A loud thud echoes through the apartment, followed by the clang of keys as they are thrown roughly onto the nearest table.

“Why can’t you ever trust me?” a voice sounds loudly into the once silent atmosphere. The ruffling of hair follows as they promptly brush their hands through their short hair.

“How can you expect me to do that when you always lie? Or you reply late? Or when you, you,” The soft voice cuts off as sobs rip through, muffled by the hand rushing to cover the woman’s mouth.

The other growls, pacing back and forth in frustration. “Reply late? I’m sorry I’m not on my phone 24/7!” the man pauses in his walking to turn, yelling at his girlfriend. “You’re the one who always accuses! I’ve never thought about cheating on you, not once!”

The woman clenches her hands tightly to her sides, her crying coming to a temporary halt in her anger. “Then why? Then why were you looking at that girl and flirting with her? Every time I see you, you’re with HER?”

She continues, not even stopping to take a breath, “When was the last time you took me on a date? Where we actually did something together? Because I certainly don’t remember.”

He makes a sarcastic sound, rolling his eyes at her. “That GIRL? You mean my friend? What am I not allowed to have friends now?”

“Not when you care about them more than me!” The tears break through once more, the dam bursting. “You never talk to me anymore. It’s always her, or youre,” she chokes on a sob, stuttering, “or youre too busy,”

He cuts her off, “Maybe YOU’RE expecting too much. I’m not supposed to be with you every second of everyda-“

“BUT YOU’RE NOT THERE FOR ANY SECOND!”

He gets ready to yell back, but stops himself and just sighs in disappointment. “You know? I really can’t stand you sometimes.”

“Then why are you still listening to me? Just leave. You don’t care about me anyways.”

“Fine.” He turns, walking out, and as the door closes, she sinks. She falls to the floor and the crying never stops.