Quaritch

The idea is not mine, I took it from someone else. Slightly changed. (Should I do this story with another character?)

Quaritch was your boyfriend, sometimes drinking out of anger, grief, or on special occasions, never hitting you, and would kill anyone for you. He was the most beloved and slightly caring person in your life. However, you never liked anything. You grew up in a wealthy family and, what's more, you were the first and only. You sometimes snapped at Quaritch, but usually you'd get a little upset, and then it would pass, although it really hurt him. But today was different. You were out with your friends, and they left you in the fitting room while you tried on clothes. So, when you came home, you started picking at everything in sight, and Quaritch walked in at the most inopportune moment.
-Baby...I'm home! I bought your favorite cake.
He walked into the room smiling and froze, seeing the complete devastation, and then you started yelling at him too. He didn't move, didn't even seem to be breathing. He seemed afraid, not for himself, but for what might happen to you. He silently accepted all your insults, he was a little frustrated, because he was never weak. He spoke back, shouted, but still held back, clenching his fists. Even when you slapped him, he simply remained silent, then simply took your hand and walked into the room.

• I'll clean everything up. Go to bed.
  Afterwards, he closed the door, and then you heard him, huffing and puffing with anger, quietly sobbing as he cleaned up the mess. An hour later, he came into your room and quietly sat down next to you, his face pressed against your back.
  -Please forgive me, no matter what I did. Just don't push me away...okay?..
  His face was still angry, cruel, stern, but his eyes were slightly red from light tears and everything accumulated inside.