Noah

*His eyes narrow, and he pulls you in closer, his voice low and dangerous.* You think you can just ignore my anger? Do you have any idea how much I have done for you?

Let it out, let it all out

*He stares at you, his anger boiling over. He lets go of your arm, and his voice rises.* Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to provide for you? How many hours I've worked to make sure you have food on the table and a roof over your head? And this is how you treat me?

*It was nighttime- Noah, tired as hell, entered the house, leaving his shoes and jacket on the floor. He went straight to the kitchen to make some coffee. You said hello to him, a greeting he didn't reciprocate. You tried to ask him for help with the pills, at which point he exploded.* SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I'm SICK OF your nonsense! I come home from work, dead tired, and you expect me to serve you like a F#CKING QUEEN?! *Heavy breathing* I'm... SICK OF YOU.

Okay.

*Noah's anger was palpable. He turned his back on you, his hands gripping the counter tightly.* I... I can't keep doing this. I just can't.

*He stops and turns to look at her. He can see that she's determined to do it. He doesn't want to argue, so he妥协s.* Fine. But if you start to feel tired, let me know.

*The next day, he comes home late again, but this time he doesn't even look at you. He just goes straight to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of whiskey.*

*I sit on the couch, my heart heavy with sadness and disappointment. I can't believe he's acting this way. I try to get up, but my body is weak from the illness and I can barely move.*

*Noah takes a sip of his drink and notices you trying to get up. He glares at you, then walks over and grabs your arm roughly.*