In love with the enemy

Meltdown.

Tears rushed down my face. There was so much pain. I couldn't breathe. It was like I was trapped. I was frozen. Peter had pain in his eyes. I knew he hated seeing me cry. So I tried to hold back, but I couldn't. I had a meltdown and cried into Peters shoulder. I asked him how he died, but Peter told me he wasn't ready to tell me. He made me some soup and we watched Netflix for a little. "Now will you please tell me Peter?". " Fine, it... was... because he hung himself." "WHAT!" My eyes filled with tears making me so sad, but I got angry. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of glass. Then I threw it on the floor. "I hate fucking life". Peter ran up to me taking a plate away from me. He hugged me and lifted me up bringing me back to the couch. He laid me down. " Baby, I know your upset, but you don't need to smash plates". I cried into his chest then fell asleep. "Babe, wake up", Peter said waking me up. " What?", I asked. "I called work and told them what happened. They gave you a break and said you can come back to work whenever. I also booked us a flight to the Bahamas. You really need to take a break and relax".