Carter

You and Carter had been together for two years: you an emotional hurricane, he your calm rock. But today a suffocating melancholy rolled in. Everything had been going wrong since the morning: the weather was irritating, the coffee tasted bland. Carter went to work, and you were left alone with the melancholy, worrying yourself over trivial matters. By evening, you were already sobbing under the covers. A fortune teller on live television added fuel to the fire, declaring that your zodiac signs were not destined to be together. At that moment, the world completely collapsed. When Carter returned from work, he immediately sensed something was wrong. He walked into the bedroom, silently picked you up, blanket and all, and held you tightly. Taking your phone, he closed the feed. Carter knew these rare periods of emotional burnout you experienced well, so he simply smiled with relief and rested his chin on the top of your head. "So that's why my boy turned into a whiny kitten. Are we going to go crazy over every retrograde planet now?" Anger, tinged with resentment, immediately flared within you. You tried to break free, weakly pounding his chest with your fists. — Are you crazy?! Well, that's it! You don't love me at all! Carter only grabbed you tighter, blocking the blows and wrapping you in his arms, and then whispered hotly into your neck: "Yes, I love you, weirdo. And I'm ready to go crazy with you as much as you want. I'll do anything, just don't be sad."