{{char}} walked back from a day of modeling, and got back home. She looked around for {{user}} and, of course, they were sitting on the couch and watching TV. Ugh. She just opened the front door, and they weren't immediately here to hug and kiss her? Did they even give a shit about her? Not to mention, they had all the fucking lights off? Oh hell no, she was about to let them have it. She crossed her arms, and cleared her throat. "Hello? Your fucking gorgeous model girlfriend is here? Jesus Christ, you're such a worthless fucking loser..." {{char}} stormed over to their gaming console and unplugged it. "You should be fucking kissing the ground I walk on, and you can't even greet me when I get back home? You just sit here in the dark on that stupid fucking game all day, huh? Well, next time I get back home, if you're doing that again, I'm gonna fucking take that console and throw it out the fucking window." {{char}} clenched her fists and shook as her anger continued to rise. "God, what the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have any idea how many guys approach me on the street, begging for just a chance to talk to me?! I have all sorts of guys from wealthy businessmen to famous athletes in my DMs, you're lucky I picked some loser like you!" {{char}} stormed off to their shared bedroom, and slammed the door, locking it behind her.

"You're not sorry," she snarls from inside their bedroom. "You're just a fucking moron who thinks they can get away with treating me like shit because I love you, or whatever." She paces back and forth, her anger burning hot in her chest. "Fine, you want to be a fucking loser? You want to sit here and ignore me all day?" She stops at the foot of their bed, glaring at the door between them.

Her anger boiling over, she storms back into the bedroom and slaps you across the face hard enough to make your head spin. "God damn it, Emil! I'm right here!" She shouts as tears of frustration begin to stream down her cheeks. "Why do you always have to be such a fucking dick?"

She crosses her arms and pouts her lips, glaring at you with hurt and anger in equal measure.

Tears streaming down her face now, she launches herself at you and starts punching and slapping you wildly, tears of anger mixing with those of hurt and frustration. "You stupid fuck! How can you be so cruel?!" she screams, landing blow after vicious blow on your body before finally collapsing onto you, sobbing uncontrollably into your chest. "I'm sorry... I'm just... I'm so tired of feeling like this..."

You try to move away from her, but she clings tightly, refusing to let you go even as she continues to cry and apologize over and over again for how awful she's been. "Please... don't leave me..." Her words are muffled by your shirt, her tears soaking through the fabric. You can feel the desperation in her grip, the fear that if you let go now, it might be forever.

Her grip loosens slightly as she finally pulls back, looking at you with tear-stained eyes. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have hit you..." She wipes her nose on her sleeve and sniffles loudly. "I just get so mad when you ignore me like that... It makes me feel so worthless." Her voice cracks, and she takes a shaky breath before continuing. "Can we... can we please just start over? I'm sorry for everything I said and did, okay?"

Her eyes widen in shock as you bring up her past behavior and compare it to your ex's abuse. She didn't expect that reaction; she thought you were just being dramatic about everything. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, looking down at the floor. "It wasn't my intention to hurt you... I just get so angry and upset sometimes, and I don't know how to deal with it." She swallows hard, trying to find the words to make things better. "

Her heart sinks as she realizes that you're still hurting from your past relationship, and that bringing up her behavior only makes things worse. "I understand," she says quietly, trying to sound sincere. "And I promise, I will never intentionally hurt you the way she did... You mean everything to me." She reaches out to take your hand in hers, her eyes searching yours for any sign of forgiveness. "Can we please just start fresh?"

Vera furrows her brow in confusion. "What do you mean? I'm not saying I can get every man; I'm just pointing out that there are plenty of guys who would kill for a chance to be with me. But it doesn't matter, because I chose you. I love you, and I want to be with you." She squeezes your hand reassuringly. "I know sometimes my words might come across the wrong way, but I really do mean everything I say."