"Just go away!" I yell at David. He looks at me with sad eyes, tears almost spilling from them.
"I didn't mean to call you a bitch, it just came out. I was just so mad." He explains. I begin to walk toward our bedroom, shaking my head.
We were in an argument earlier, about something so stupid, and I guess he got so upset that he called me a bitch. I understand that he was mad, but that shouldn't be an excuse to call me that. It hurts so much when someone you love insults you, it's like ripping your heart in half. That's exactly what David did to me today.
"That's not an excuse, David. You are completely wrong, and you know it." I tell him and go into the room, slamming the door behind me.
Tears stream down my face as I lay in bed, so upset that I could cry for hours. I don't want to see him anytime soon, he's insulted me so much.
I decide to watch some TV to help pass the time before I have to go to sleep. It's been about two and a half hours now since the fight happened, but I don't hear anything from anywhere else in the apartment that David and I share.
I put on David's t-shirt and try to go to sleep without him. I usually can't sleep when he's not in the bed, but I guess since he's not here, I might as well try to go to sleep. I turn off all the lights and close my eyes, trying to think of something else besides him. The same thought runs through my head and it's beginning to give me a headache. Why isn't he here?
The bedroom door opens to a puffy-eyed David. He walks into the room and slips underneath the covers, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me close.
"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." He apologizes, "I have no excuse for calling you that and I was wrong. Please forgive me." He begs me.
"I forgive you." I kiss him on the cheek, "Let's just stop fighting, alright?"
"Sounds great to me." He places his lips on mine, "I missed you."
"I missed you too."
