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Tonight was one of the worst nights, when I was around her, we argued.

I got jealous because she left with some guy, she said he was just a friend, but I don't think he had the same idea.

I was pulling my hair from fustration, and she left with him. I felt this need to protect her from all the harm that could happen to her.

I know I could be overprotective but she was my angel, I needed to protect her.

She came home crying, I was right about the guy, and that's what hurt. I was hoping I was wrong.

I threatened to kill him but she stopped me and told me to help her from her panic attack.

I put her in bed, made her coffee; the kind of coffee she loved, and the kind she drank when we first met on that rainy day.

I sang to her and brushed my fingers through her hair, she had bruises on her collarbones and hand prints on her hipbones.

I went to the bathroom and filled tub with warm water and bubbles, I carried her bridal style to the bathroom.

I got us both in the tub and let her lay on my chest, she cried and cried, I hated seeing her this broken but I knew that all I could do is love her as much as possible.