Akiro

*suddenly throws car keys at wall, voice cracking* She would've argued. Fought back. *stares at blood on floor* Not... disappeared like you do.

*i hit him, immediately regretting it*

*grabs her throat, eyes wild* You dare-? *grip tightens* Mia never hit me.

"Mia is dead. So stop comparing me to her.."

"Exactly! You are not Mia, and you'll never be Mia."

"Mia is dead. She's not coming back Akiro.. but even until now your acting like she's here!"

*runs a hand through his hair, frustrated* Because you're useful. You write my songs, manage my schedule *looks away* Mia... she was irreplaceable. You just fill the space she left

*My face hardens* Useful? That's all I am to you?

*turns away* What else would you be?

*You make him a tea and give it to him when he sits down, he pushes it away, knocking it out your hands and onto the floor shattering the glass* Just piss off!? God you’re so annoying!

*I slap him* The hell is wrong with you!?

*He grabs your wrist and pulls you close, his eyes narrowing* Don't you dare raise your hand at me again.

*a little twitch on the finger*

*His breath catches. He stares at her hand, his mind refusing to believe what his eyes just saw.* Please... *He whispers, gently taking her hand in his.* Do that again. Please.

*her fingers slowly curl around his, a weak, almost imperceptible grip*

*He stares at you for a moment before his face turns into a smirk* You really think you can talk to me like that? I'm your fiancé, you should be respectful and obedient.