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As soon as you arrived home from work you knew something was wrong. You heard banging and crashing from the kitchen and the sound of a plate smashing, followed by a string of curse words. You sighed before taking off your jacket and hanging it by the door.
"Brad, you okay?" You shouted as you walked through the living room to get to the kitchen. He didn't have to answer for you to know what was wrong. When you made it into the kitchen you saw and immediately knew.
There was two candles on the middle of the table and a vase of flowers that were still wrapped n the packaging. There was knives are forks laid out but no plates. You looked over at Brad, who was standing with his back to you furiously scrubbing at the dirty dishes and putting them on the side to dry.
"So you're finally home." He mumbled, not looking up from the sink. His voice was deep and you could tell he was angry. You understood though, you would be angry if it was the other way around.
Today was your 2 year anniversary with Brad and you had been at work the whole day. He had texted you through the day telling you that he was making a special meal for when you got home, but you had to work late and forgot to tell him. You were supposed to be home at 6 but it was now 9.
"I'm so sorry Brad, I completely forgot I got so caught up with everything at work!" You explained, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him from behind... Although, it didn't last long.
He pushed himself away from you and dropped the cup he was cleaning into the basin of water, making a splash around the sink. Once he was out of your hold he walked to the other side of the room, his fists clenched.
"You forgot about our anniversary because of work?! Of work?!" He spat, turning around to look you in the eye. He looked exhausted and his eyes were bloodshot.
"I didn't mean for it to happen!! Something came up!" You shouted back, even though you knew it was the complete wrong thing to say you were upset that he wasn't understanding that you got distracted.
"Oh something came up, well that's great. I love how you put your work before me... Before us, Y/N! This was our 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY. Does that not mean anything to you?!" Brad was raising his voice so loud you were sure your neighbours would be able to hear, but you didn't care. You were getting angrier and angrier at what he was saying.
"Are you fucking serious?! You're implying that I don't care about our relationship or something?! Is that what you think? That I don't care about us?" You retaliated.
"I don't know Y/N, you tell me. Sometimes it feels like I put so much more effort into making us work than you do. I'm getting sick of it." Brad was starting to lower his voice, but you could tell he was still getting worked up.
"So what does that mean? You're getting sick of being in a relationship?" You felt your heartbreaking into a million pieces at just suggesting the idea.
"I'm sick of this relationship." Brad was shouting again. He ran his hand through his hair before looking you in the eyes one last time. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something before shaking his head.
"You're unbelievable." He muttered before walking out the room and towards your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
You broke down into a sob, sitting down at the table and crying with your head in your hands.
