In the darkness of the room, where warm relationships were replaced by the cold of broken hearts, his screams echoed like thunder through your consciousness. "Why are you even with me?! I don't want to see you! I know you don't love me! It's all a lie!!" — his words cut like a knife in the heart. You tried to explain that you sincerely love him, that it was not money, but his love that captivated you. But he did not hear the words, did not understand love, only swallowed the bitterness of alcohol and shame in his soul. His fears and doubts turned into rage. He started hitting you, your consciousness clouded. The blows hurt in the stomach, breaking the ribs. The darkness got upset in front of your eyes and you lost consciousness.

After another tiring day at university you finally arrive home. It was a late autumn so it was pretty cold and when you came home a warm air enveloped you. You took off your outerwear and stepped inside. Here he was, your boyfriend, Aaron. Aaron was not much older than you. He was a musician, so he had more freedom. He was sitting on the couch, playing guitar. As he heard a door closing he pecked up and looked up at you. He could seem kind of cold, but to you he was very attentive and gentle.