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"i told you to pick up the food for me. is that so much to ask of you?" you placed your hands on your forehead, already stressed from the amount of college assignments you had to finish before friday.
"no, but i'm constantly doing chores for you, it feels like i'm more of your assistant than your boyfriend!" ethan stood up from the couch where he had his ps4 controller laying on the cushion.
"i'm sorry ethan, i'm just so busy all the damn time. i try to do as much as i can for you and me. but every time i ask you to do something you either forget, or you are doing something important," you put quotation marks around important, mocking his voice. "and when i get home, you're just sitting on the couch playing fortnite."
"wow, y/n, you're pathetic! i am doing important things! i run a youtube channel, do you know how much work that is?" ethan began to walk towards you, keeping his distance all while pointing his finger in your face.
"me? pathetic? i'm trying to actually learn and have an actual career. i am planning ahead for my future, you're playing video games, trashing the brand new house!" my voice really raised at the end of my sentence, and my hands were balled into fists beside me.
"at least i'm actually bringing in money- you know what? i'm done! you never give me anything anymore. you come home, you ignore me and you go to bed. you talk to grayson more than me! why am i even dragging this relationship on when i show you love, and you don't even return it?" ethan broke the distance between the two of you, his breath hitting your face with every word.
"i try to return it, i really do, but it's kind of hard to when i'm dating a lazy bum." ethans lips curled in, his nostrils flaring from the anger inside of him.
your facial expression changed from angry to scared, seeing how red his face was and how close he was to you.
"eth, i'm sorry. i-i didn't mea-" your words were cut off by a sudden harsh tug on your wrist. ethan yanked your arm to his face, causing pain to vibrate through your arm.
you gasped at the painful gesture, averting your eyes to see that his were already staring back at yours.
"ethan, that hurt."
he payed no attention to your words, looking at the promise ring he gave you a year ago, that rested on your ring finger. he shifted his eyes back to you, noticing the tears that started to form in the corners of your eyes.
"eth, what are you doing?" his fingers wrapped around the silver ring, forcefully pulling it off of your finger.
you winced from the surprising action, looking at his emotionless face through your blurry vision. in a matter of seconds you saw his hand move abruptly, and heard a loud ping of the ring against the cold wood flooring.
ethan let go of your wrist, and you immediately began to massage it with your fingers, his grip was sure to leave slight bruises. he was still looking at your drained face, waiting for your reaction.
did he expect anger? because all he got was sadness and hurt.
you let your cries out, furiously wiping the hot tears from your cold cheeks. you looked at his face, seeing that his eyes were a darker color.
