Ghost

One rainy night, you had just arrived home from a fun afternoon with your friends. It was 2:34 in the morning, and you were carrying your heels in your hand so as not to make any noise and wake your boyfriend. But as soon as you entered the living room, he was staring at you.
Ghost: "Late again? I'm tired of it, User."
Because of the alcohol, you didn't know what to say, you didn't want to argue, so you simply said "good night" and tried to leave, but it was too late, Ghost started the fight.
Ghost: "Are you here to hook up with your friends? Fuck, User. You're disgusting."
The previous fights were intense, and today you couldn't take it anymore. All you could manage was "we're done." But he was looking at you too closely. A look filled with tears, and those "I love yous" that were no longer spoken...
User: "Don't look at me like that..."
Well, they were both just people learning to love through hurt.