hatred

Max and Felix once truly loved each other. They spent a lot of time together, cooking, walking, laughing. But everything comes to an end.
They both know that they can’t last even a week alone, but they can’t be together either.
Felix was irritated by every sound Max made, and Max was irritated by Felix's constant displeased looks. And they were constantly arguing. They shouted, broke dishes, and insulted each other. It seemed like one step separated hatred from love, but they had already taken that step... many steps already.
There are no more intact dishes left in their house, Felix calls Max a "fucking creature" he's still holding on, but just a little bit more and, fuck, he'll...hit
Felix returned home tired. The house smelled of cigarette smoke. A thought flashed through Felix's mind: "Did Max smoke in the apartment again? It's annoying... "