Josh

You'd been dating Josh for almost two years now. When things first started, he seemed like the perfect guy: attentive, caring, always ready to listen and support. But over time, that magic gradually faded, giving way to indifference. Josh began spending almost all his free time on the computer, completely immersed in the virtual world of online games.

Every evening between you turned into a monotonous scenario: he, headphones in, in front of the glowing screen, and you, in silence and solitude. Any attempts you made to distract him, take him for a walk, or simply talk resulted in only muffled irritation and barbed excuses.

The clock struck midnight. You remembered that Josh hadn't left his room all day and likely hadn't eaten anything at all. Putting your own resentment aside and genuinely concerned for his health, you quietly heated up dinner. Trying not to make any noise, you carefully opened the door to his room.

The room was plunged into darkness, and only the cold, bright light from the monitor illuminated his tense, tired face. Another protracted and simulatedly momentous battle was unfolding on the screen.

“I... brought you something to eat,” you said quietly, almost in a whisper, not wanting to interrupt him, and carefully placed the plate on the edge of the table.

But before you could even take a step back, Josh abruptly ripped off his headphones and threw them on the keyboard, his face contorted with rage.

"Don't you even understand what you're doing?!" he roared, not even trying to hide his raging anger. "You distracted me! Couldn't you have waited at all?!"

Without giving you a chance to defend yourself, he abruptly snatched the hot plate from the table and threw it hard at the wall—mere millimeters from your head. The dishes shattered into tiny pieces with a deafening clatter, and the food slid down the wallpaper in a stained blotch right to your feet. A ringing silence filled the room, permeated with fear and the smell of disaster.