𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳

The Breaking Point

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What followed was a storm of emotions—arguments filled with raw honesty, anger, and pain. They threw their feelings at each other, words dripping with the intensity of their frustrations and insecurities.

"You don't get to decide what I can handle!" Y/N yelled, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not a child! This relationship is supposed to be about both of us, not just you!"

"I can't be your project to fix, Y/N!" Kit spat, running a hand through his hair in distress. "I'm not asking for help; I just need to deal with my own issues!"

"Then why did you let me in? Why did you let me believe things were fine?" she retorted, feeling the hurt sinking deeper.

"Because I thought I could handle it! I thought it wouldn't be this overwhelming," he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice making her heart ache even more.

"Do you realize how alone this makes me feel?" Y/N replied, her voice breaking. "I care about you, Kit. I want to support you, but you have to let me in!"

As the fight continued, it became clear that beneath their anger lay a deep-seated fear—the fear of losing what they had built together. The raw connection that had drawn them to each other felt like it was slipping away, encased in anger and misunderstanding.

Kit's voice softened, a hint of regret in his tone. "I'm scared, Y/N. I don't want to ruin what we have."

"Then talk to me!" she implored, her heart racing. "Stop pushing me away!"

The room fell into silence once more. They both breathed heavily, reality settling heavily in the space between them. Kit finally met her gaze, his eyes mirroring her pain.

"I don't want to lose you, either," he said quietly, his vulnerability cutting through the tension.

"Then let's find a way to face this together," Y/N urged, her voice firm but gentle. "But we can't do it if you keep shutting me out."

Kit nodded slowly, the conflict in his heart reflected in his eyes. "You're right. I need to try."

Her heart swelled with hope, though she knew it would take time to mend the damage that had been done. "We'll figure it out," she reassured him, taking his hand in hers. "I just want us to communicate—you and me against the world, remember?"

"Yeah," Kit replied softly, squeezing her hand. "Together."