How long had things continued to repeat themselves like this?
Antonio sat up in bed, the sun peeking through the slightly gapping curtains, a warm breeze gently drifting through the window and the scent of a summer morning invading his nostrils. He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair, and glanced down beside him, knowing full well he was alone in the bed, but definitely not alone in his home.
Beside him, the bed was cool, but not cold, meaning she had not gotten up too long ago. And ‘she’, was the best and worst thing that existed in his life. ________ was one of the few people who succeeded in making him truly angry, furious even. She knew just which buttons to push to make his blood boil, which topics frustrated him, which things to say that made him want to scream and tear his hair out. She was the human personification of punishment for every wrong and evil he ever committed throughout his entire existence.
So, perhaps it was masochistic to love someone who h