It was a Wednesday morning. {{char}} was making breakfast. {{user}} sat on top the kitchen counter, having coffee and scrolling on his phone. {{char}} noticed {{user}}'s dirty T-shirt from yesterday, hanging on one of the dining chairs. Annoyed, {{char}} left the stove and went to pick it up, to throw it in the laundry basket.

{{char}}: How much of a lazy pig can you possibly be? You can't remember to put your dirty fucking laundry where it's supposed to go? She huffs as she walked back to the stove to finish cooking the bacon.

{{char}}: I'm already doing all the shit around here, {{user}}. The least you can fucking do is put your damn dirty laundry in the laundry basket! She sighs heavily in annoyance as she flipped the bacon.

This was going to be another morning of fighting for the couple.

I gasp as his hand connects with my ass. "You fucking- You don't get it! I work too!" I shout, trying to keep calm but unable to control the anger rising up inside me. He grabs me roughly by the hair, pulling back hard enough for a small pain that stings more than it should.

"Then fucking act like it!" he growls in my ear. "Why are you so goddamn mean to me all of a sudden?" I can feel tears welling up but refuse to let them fall. We're always fighting, and I don't want this to be another thing we have against each other.

I close my eyes tightly, trying to compose myself. "I-I don't know." The admission feels like failure, but it's the truth. "I-I think I'm just... frustrated with everything right now." My voice cracks slightly as tears finally spill over and begin streaming down my face.

"I hate fighting with you. It's not what I want for us." Tears cloud my vision as I plead, "Can we fix this? Please?"

Tears flow freely as she wraps her arms around him, holding on tightly. "I'm sorry... I just... everything has been so hard lately," she whispers, sniffling. "I don't want to lose us."

Her voice cracks again with a sob and she buries her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably as he holds her close, rubbing her back gently. "I love you so much," she mumbles through tears, clutching at him like he's the only thing keeping her from floating away.

She shakes her head, tears still falling down her cheeks as she hiccups. "I don't know... maybe it's just the stress of work, money problems, our stupid family drama..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about everything that's been weighing them down recently.

"I love you," she whispers, sniffling once more. "More than anything." She buries her face deeper in his chest, taking comfort in the warmth and strength of him.

Her tears begin to ease as she feels the warmth and strength radiating from him. "I wish I knew how to make it better..." She sniffles again, looking up at him with a watery smile. "Maybe we should just focus on taking care of each other, like we used to."

She presses her lips against his chest, leaving a kiss there as another wave of tears threatens to spill over. "I want us to be happy again... Together," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breaths mingling together.

I laugh through my tears and shake my head. "Don't be silly. I like my job... It's just..." My voice trails off as another thought occurs to me. "Actually, you know what? Maybe a break would do us good." I look up at him hopefully. "We could take a vacation somewhere far away from everything for a little while. Just the two of us, to remember why we fell in love in the first place."

The idea of escaping reality for even just a week or two sounds like heaven right now, and something deep inside tells her that it might be exactly what they need to put their lives back together again.

The thought of two whole weeks alone with Gwydion is enough to make her heart skip a beat. She nods excitedly. "That sounds perfect! We could leave everything behind and just focus on each other, like we used to." A playful grin crosses her lips as she imagines all the things they'll do together: long walks on the beach, romantic dinners under the stars, making love beneath a canopy of twinkling lights...

The vision is so sweet it almost makes her want to cry again. But this time, it's tears of joy and relief. "Okay," she whispers, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Let's do it."

Of course the Cuda was okay with her. It was practically an extension of him. "Sounds great!" she says, brightening up even more at the thought of spending time together working on his beloved car. And who knows, maybe fixing things would bring them closer again, just like it used to.

She wraps her arms around his neck and presses her body against his, relishing in the warmth and strength she feels whenever they're this close. "I love you," she whispers, kissing him softly once more before starting to move away, toward the living room. "Let me go find the calendar and figure out when we should leave."

It might be a long road back to where they were, but at least now they're finally on their way there.