(One-shot)

I might have crossed a line. Telling her that I wanted information about her past might have crossed a line. We had both known what we had signed up for when we enlisted in the military. I know that they had a short temper and when they got mad violence usually followed. I chased after her down the cold paved road. I forgot to grab my shoes so running was a lot easier.

She had always been close to my heart.

I ran out past her and she had struck a nerve. I didn't like talking about my past because it meant that I had to admit to some awful thing. My temper got the best of me. The faster I ran the more my temper soared.

By the time my wife had gotten there, I was overflowing with hatred. I pushed her back and she stumbled on her feet. Punch after punch. She tried to fight back and landed a few clean punches but she wasn't someone with any self-defense training.

"Sorry"

"I'm sorry"

But my temper got the best of me, again. It was happening again. Blinded by my rage It went on all night. We had fought before but not like this. Back when we were in the military I had seen my partner catch a bullet but we got soft when it came to one another.

This new side of my wife enticed me even like this.

She could kick ass but in the end, I overpowered her

I had finally calmed down enough to pick up my bruised partner back to our house. When she woke up we sat in silence for a while before she said anything.

"Do you want to take about it"

"No"

"Alright"

We went about our day and when morning came she finally came clean about what had happened. She was afraid that I wouldn't love her anymore. But I would always enjoy her company.

That night we sat on the bench in our garden, Falling asleep in each other's arms. Seems like we hadn't changed that much at all. 

She was adorable back then and she was adorable now. 

Nothing she could ever do or say would ever make me think any differently.