Screaming and crying never bred positive situations, unless it was shockingly exuberant and blissful, like if someone were to unexpectedly recieve tickets to a concert showcasing their favourite band- that would be an overwhelming and magical surprise, wouldn't it...
In this case, however, the aforementioned adjectives were not ones to describe what was currently occurring in a living room, that was now torn and shredded as if a tornado payed an eventful sojourn to the same atmosphere. Once neatly stacked papers were now disheveled and scattered across the room, once towering plants were now knocked over, once rolled up controllers belonging to assorted gaming consoles were now tossed around; the wires draping the floor in ficket places.
As the air was thickened with regret and intense properties, hoarse voices shouted at one another - the scratchy vocal sounds' soundwaves not intertwining to dance with each other beautifully; they instead made terrible noises to grind against each other with unsettling tones to a trained ear.
Accompanying the tragedies of the numerous screeches of voices opposing each other, items surrounding them were thrown wistfully at the other, and tears also dampened their cheeks as their fight broke out into a more emotionally severe one rather than a physical one.
"I thought I loved you!" Cried the woman as she covered her face in her hands, seemingly ashamed to have ever concluded they had something together. This caused the man participating in the fight scowl and bark back with a perturbed attitude.
"I loved you! But you went around, whoring yourself out! I can't love a person who isn't loyal!"
"Don't you dare try to turn this on me, Seamus!" The girl screamed; her hands falling back to her sides sloppily as her red eyes released more tears to slither down her cheeks. "You weren't flawless in this, so don't try to portray yourself that way! You had equal, if not, more faulty actions!"
"That's a lie Ashh, and you know it!" The Irishman had shouted back, and threw a vase that was perched beside him atop of a pedestal to the ground. Whilst the ceramic ambient object dispersed itself over the wooden floor, "Get out!" He screamed along with the crash resounding in his ears, his fists balling up to show only a small trait of his ballistic tendencies. "I'm done with the lies and the poor attempts at loyalty! You know this wasn't the first time you've done this!"
"Shut up, Seamus! If you're done, I'm out of here then! I'm done with the accusations!" Ashh countered, and moved to weave around her ex-boyfriend to leave the house they were in, however, a slight push to her shoulders caused her to stumble back some before catching her already shredded balance with a hand shooting out to the wall behind her to aid in steadying herself. "What are you doing?!" She shouted the query, "I'm leaving you, so let me leave!"
"Fine, then go!! Go whore yourself out somewhere else!"
With that, Ashh gave one last look at the blonde man in front of her, before running out of the vacant doorway and into the unpredictable night; her mind anywhere but there as her legs pumped and her body was pushed farther and farther away from the nightmare of a house she lived in for so long.
The fleeing of Ashh left the man, Seamus, to be all alone in his empty and now silent abode.
He stood motionlessly where he was, his chest raising highly with harsh breaths. His blue eyes were damaged with the display of rue and regret, and his cheeks were still somewhat damp. His hair was disheveled, just as the room was as well, and his clothes were equally as messy, if not, more.
Though he didn't care about his appearance as of now.
He was mostly concerned on how the breakup between him and his girlfriend of a few years would impact his life, and mind. He hoped he wouldn't be too scarred; he hoped he wouldn't be too depressed, like he had always been whenever a beloved relationship ended, whether it was his fault or not.
