Why so mad?

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Living with Ansel was great. He was sweet and loving and I liked to think I was the luckiest girl that not only got to love him but have him love me back. So when he started acting a little shady, coming home late, ignoring my calls, being a little rude, I was obviously worried. Was there someone else? Am I not good enough for him? Was I boring? Didn't he love me anymore? I wasn't sure if I should talk to him or not because he usually snapped when I brought up touchy subjects. But than again, whats a relationship without honesty. I figured I would talk to him about it when he got home from work.
*Later the same day*
I heard the door open and a pair of heavy boots stumbled in. "Hi babe" he said with no tone in his voice whatsoever. "Hi Ansel. Could you sit down for a minute?" I asked as politely as possible. I didn't want to make a big scene. "Are you okay? I'm a little worried about you. You're coming home late, you're working double ships and not eating. I feel like you're never here anymore" I tried to make eye contact with him but he was just staring at the table. With one sharp move he stood up and pretty much screamed. "Do you think it's that fucking easy? I go to work and all I hear is how I don't act with 'emotion' and how I should workout more. I leave work and there's paparazzi's taking pictures so they can make up some bullshit articles that makes me look bad. I come home and I have you not doing shit! I just want dinner and a clean bed, and you haven't even gotten off your ass all day!" He looks furious, or sad. I couldn't really tell. Honestly I was shocked, he never swears, let alone yells. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to start a fight. I just wanna help you, Ansel. Don't get mad" I tried to calm him down but he just rolled his eyes. "Oh come on! You are such a kiss ass! You don't love me, you just want my money! Why can't you just admit it you fucking golddigger?" He was red and puffy. I hated it when he saw me cry or get angry, so I just walked out.

Ansel Elgort ImagineWhere stories live. Discover now