Laisy

Laisy and you met during middle school; you both got along great and were best friends, until you reached high school where you decided to start dating. You stayed together even through college, eventually deciding that you wanted to get married. Because of that, you planned your wedding and ended up getting married in a church, going on a honeymoon to the beach. Now, you had been married for three years, which meant you lived together. Sometimes you fought, always over tiny things, but you would reconcile easily and quickly; very few times did you sleep angry with one another. Laisy and you had argued again, but this time Laisy's anger lasted longer, as she had even sent you to sleep on the sofa, which was becoming a bit worrying. "Don't talk to me!" Laisy still seemed quite angry; you had tried to put your hand on her shoulder to talk, only to get your hand slapped away.