They Get Into an Argument :\

Well I mean, my OTP can't always be mushy stuff. (remember kids, Anthony the classy dumbass belongs to my girlfriend, Allie. just a reminderrrr~)

I put my hands squarely on his chest, shoving him back. “I can’t believe you did that! Why can’t you just, for once Anthony, just fucking listen to me!” He took a step back, before clenching his fists.

“Because you’re irrational! You thought you could do it but you couldn’t!” He shouted, matching my tone. I growled, leaning forward, and bared my teeth at him in a snarl.

“At least I’m not always fucking it up! I wasn’t the one who failed the last mission because you held me back when I was supposed to move my position!” I was so angry, and a red haze covered my vision. Anthony started quivering, and I saw his jaw lock. He was trying to calm down. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

“You always think I can’t do shit but you’re always wrong! I’m the one who can operate, I’m the one who can control my Shadow, who can control my powers, unlike you, who’s only ever fucked up! When was the last time you were able to complete a mission, Anthony?! I’ve only seen you sulk, and when you actually do something, it’s when you fuck up! You killed Raven, you hurt Shade, you killed your best friend because you were afraid! All your life you’ve just messed up! And you think I can’t pull a simple stunt off?!” He stopped, staring me in the eye, and unclenched his fists. I hissed, shoving him again.

“You’re just taking it again! You can’t even defend yourself! I thought you were over that, I thought you were able to fucking defend yourself, Anthony!” I shouted, and he snapped, throwing his hands up.

“I WAS ONLY EVER ABLE TO DO THAT BECAUSE OF YOU!” That made me stop, tense, as his voice cracked on the last word. We both fell silent, everything frozen. Then, without another word, he turned, grabbing his coat off the rack and left, the door closing behind him.

I was shaking, and I screamed at the closed door, then grabbed the nearest thing to me, a vase with a few lilies in it, and I threw it at the wall, watching as the beautiful gift shattered, water, lilies, and shards going everywhere.

And then I broke down, dropping, hugging my knees to me as I curled up. Fuck.

UPDATE: This is really kinda off topic, kinda, but I've been drawing Bea a lot lately and got a good picture of her, and now I'm kinda in love with drawing her. So, here, have an anguished Bea, that could maybe fit into this story, hm? 

Yeah it doesn't exactly fit into the story but whatever. *waves hands*