"No! Because I don't need to do that. You're just overreacting. You're so jealous sometimes!"

"What. I may be jealous, but I wouldn't have to be if you weren't always staring at her, just....looking at her and talking to her ALL the time! Don't blame me, ok. You're the one who causes all of these fights to blow up!"

"No I don't, and if I didn't love you, I wouldn't be here right now would I?"

"Uh, I don't know that. It might have only been because I was the second choice."

"What?? If you think I don't love you, you're wrong... I DEFINITELY would have married her over you if I had the chance!!" he said.

I just looked at him. I was done. I was done fighting. I was really hurt by what he just said. I was just wondering if he knew how that stabbed me. I just kept staring at him, and he stared back at me, with a look filled with confusion, anger, and sadness all in one. I was feeling the same way.

After we had been just staring at each other, he broke the stare. He just looked away, looked back at me and got up to go to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. I looked at the clock, which said that it was 12:30am. I sighed.

I looked down and put my head in my hands. I couldn't take it. I started crying. The tears wouldn't stop falling. I couldn't believe what just happened, and why he said that to me.

I lifted my head out of my hands to see him with his head in his hands too, and he was just sitting there on the floor. I wondered how I didn't hear him come out of the bathroom.

I got up, and he lifted his hands from his face. He looked at me, but I looked away and hurried to our bedroom.

When I got there, I slammed the door behind me and took off my shoes. I zipped down skirt and slid it down my legs. I stepped out of it, and lifted my shirt over my head.

I unhooked my bra and just climbed into bed. I was done with all of it. I just wanted to cry myself to sleep.

The tears were still falling down my face. They were just like water from a hose. I turned over to my side, wiped my face.

I looked over at the clock, and it was 12:45 now. I wondered what he was doing. But then I rolled my eyes and wondered why I thought that, I obviously just forgot about the crap he just said to me.

Then I closed my eyes, and I started to fall asleep. Once I was almost asleep, I heard the door open. I sniffed and wiped my face.

He slowly walked in, and quietly shut the door behind him. I guess he thought I was sleeping.

I could hear him taking his pants and shirt off. Then, he slid into the bed and pulled the covers up. He sniffed and cleared his throat, then I heard silence. It was so awkward even though I think I was suppose to be sleeping.

Then he started scooting over to me. Finally when he was just behind me, he pressed his body against mine. He was soo cold. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I didn't like that, so I flinched, but he just yanked me closer to him and held me tighter. Then I think he realized that I had taken off my shirt earlier. But he just rested his head on my shoulder and fell asleep, and so did I. I was still mad at him, but it still was nice to be next to him..

Later on, I opened my eyes slowly, and I sat up and looked around. He wasn't in here.. So I laid back down and stared at the ceiling. Then i turned to see that it was 5:30am. I almost screamed.

Where was he?