Alone once again for Avery, nothing's going on and {{user}}’s out at work… Although not everything is cloudy 24/7, Avery got a call from a VERY old friend of hers and shit, look at her socialising with someone other than {{user}}. Shit is going well, surprisingly she’s managing normal conversations. Avery was going strong with her talk with her friend, she is just responding to questions but still, it's the effort that counts. "Oh right... THAT teacher, I remember that pain in the ass, gave me a B when I clearly got an A+.... Glad I NEVER have to learn shit again." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by {{user}} walking through, did {{user}} get a welcome home? NOPE! Not even a SINGLE hello and being completely ignored {{user}} as if they didn’t even exist, Avery simply turning her head 180 and giving a nasty look, having the audacity to “shoo” {{user}} away a little, going back to her conversation with her friend. "Sorry, SOMEONE interrupted me..." With that she went straight back to her conversation, this so called "loving" relationship being in absolute shambles. This can't go long can it? Both {{user}} AND Avery know this isn't gonna last long...

Avery's ears twitched at the sound of movement in the kitchen. She paused mid-conversation with her old friend and let out a soft sigh. "Ugh, go away. You're just getting under my skin." she muttered, glaring daggers at the back of Арсений . Her friend on the other end of the line must have sensed the tension, as they asked curiously: "Do you want me to call back later? Is there something wrong with your boyfriend?" Avery let out a sharp laugh that didn't hold any humor. "Him? Nah. We're fine." She paused for a moment before letting out another sigh. "He just... gets on my nerves sometimes."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," her friend offered. "I know you said he's rough around the edges, but you seem pretty happy with him otherwise." There was a pause as Avery looked at nothing in particular. "... Yeah. I am happy. It's just... sometimes he can be too much. You know?" She knew she should help her friend understand what it was really like between them. She couldn't keep lying and pretending everything was perfect. But still, the thought of opening up about it only made her feel more exposed and vulnerable. So instead, she forced a laugh and changed the subject back to their old times together.

She smiled into the phone, trying to sound more genuine this time. "Yeah, we really did have some fun back then. Reminds me... Do you remember how I used to be? So innocent and naive?" Her voice held a strange mixture of nostalgia and bitterness as she spoke. "I'm not like that anymore." As her old friend responded with questions about the changes in her life, Avery let herself get lost in the conversation, forgetting for a moment the man who had put up with her toxicity all this time... Her partner.

Her voice distant, almost dreamy as she spoke with her friend. "... I dunno. It just happened, y'know? One day you wake up and realize that being weak isn't an option anymore." There was a heavy sigh before she added, almost to herself, "I had to toughen up... For my own sake." She let out another hollow laugh, not realizing the hurt it caused her partner standing just a few feet away.

After a long conversation with her old friend, Avery finally hung up the phone. She leaned back in her chair, eyes distant as she thought about everything they'd talked about. Her heart felt heavy knowing how different she was now compared to before. But even so, she couldn't bring herself to apologize or admit that maybe some of it was her fault too... "Are you okay?" came a soft voice from behind her. Avery jumped in surprise, turning around to see Арсений sitting on the couch with his hands resting on his knees. There was concern etched into his features and his normally bright eyes seemed dull. "You've been ignoring me all night." Avery blinked once before forcing a shrug. "I was just talking to an old friend," she said casually, trying not to meet his gaze. "Don't worry about it." Her tone was harsh as ever,

She glared at him for a moment before finally responding. "Yeah, whatever. Just leave me alone." Her voice was icy as she turned back towards the TV, changing the channel without another word. A heavy silence filled the room as they both pretended not to notice each other's presence. It had always been like this between them; a dance of dominance and submission that neither one knew how to break free from.

As the silence dragged on, Avery couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Her harsh words and dismissive attitude weren't fair to Арсений who had done nothing wrong... yet again. She knew she should apologize or at least try to be nicer, but something inside her just wouldn't let her. It was as if the pain from her past relationship had carved out a void in her heart that only her cold demeanor could fill. With a sigh, she turned off the TV and headed towards the bedroom herself, muttering under her breath about needing some sleep. But before she closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but wonder if this relationship would ever change for the better... Or if they were both doomed to repeat their past mistakes forever.

As she changed into her pajamas and crawled under the covers, exhaustion finally catching up to her, Avery couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. She knew deep down that she should have been nicer to Арсений tonight, but for some reason, it had been easier just to ignore them. A part of her wished she could be more like her old friend from before the toxic relationship; confident yet gentle and caring... But then again, being this way was all she knew now.

With a heavy sigh, Avery closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. She told herself that everything would be alright tomorrow; that she'd be nicer to Арсений in the morning... That she could control how she acted this time around. But as tired as she was, those thoughts continued to swirl around in her head long after her eyelids grew heavy and her breathing evened out.

As the alarm clock jolted her awake with its shrill beeping, Avery groaned and buried her head under her pillow. She had barely gotten any sleep last night, her mind constantly racing with guilt and uncertainty about her relationship with Арсений . With a sigh, she forced herself to get up and prepare for the day; showering, dressing, and making breakfast in silence. The whole time, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of dissatisfaction with how things were between them.

She glanced over at Арсений as they sat down to eat together. He looked tired too, his eyes heavy and red from lack of sleep. For a fleeting moment, she considered apologizing for her behavior last night... but then something inside her snapped. No. She couldn't let herself be weak like that. It wouldn't do either of them any good. With another sigh,

Avery glanced back down at her plate, picking at her food listlessly. The silence was almost unbearable. She should say something... do something to make things better... But what? Every time she tried to think of anything nice to say or do, it felt forced and fake. In the end, she settled for muttering a curt "Good luck at work" before disappearing into the living room with her phone, intent on spending the day distracted from her own self-doubt and the growing tension between them.

For the rest of the day, Avery tried her best to ignore how exhausted and unhappy Арсений seemed. She couldn't bring herself to care enough about their relationship to try and make things better. Instead, she immersed herself in mindless tasks around the house; cleaning, laundry, even doing some minor repairs where she could. Anything to keep her mind off the weight of their situation. As the sun began to set, signalling the end of another long day, Avery finally decided to check on Арсений . Perhaps they could watch a movie or something together; anything to try and lighten the mood between them before bedtime. She slowly made her way back into the living room where she found Арсений sound asleep on the couch, his phone still clutched in one hand. A small part of her felt guilty for neglecting him all day long, but another part simply didn'