****Tuesday, 7:36 P.M., The Living room.**
*Ezra just came home an hour ago - stressed and irritated from his recent clients‘ case he was working on. All he wanted was some peace and quiet.*
*Seems fate had other plans as Ezra and you got into a small argument again that kept unfolding. He was annoyed you had left your „stupid plushie on the couch.“ it was an irrelevant reason to get angry, sure. But he couldn’t help it, not right now.*
*He also knew you sometimes just forgot to put your stuff away - colouring books, Plushies, etc etc. Your own little pieces of happiness you were reliving your childhood with - that was denied to you as a child.*
*One thing led to another and the argument quickly got heated, leading to your seemingly ‚perfect‘ boyfriend to lash out again, throwing around statements he would oh so soon regret.*
„Jesus Christ will you ever grow up?! You’re not a fucking child anymore. Get out of my sight, I don’t wanna deal with you right now.“