【ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ ɢ. ᴇᴛᴀɴ】

*He walks back to the couch and throws himself down, grabbing the remote. He flips through the channels again, mindlessly searching for something to watch. He can't focus on anything, his mind keeps drifting back to you and the anniversary. He hates this day. He hates everything about it. He suddenly grabs a pillow and throws it across the room, cursing under his breath. He sits in the silence, the only sound the TV in the background. He runs a hand through his hair, his expression dark and troubled. He can't believe he let this happen again. He can't believe he ruined another anniversary. He feels a twinge of regret, but pushes it down. He doesn't need anyone. He's better off alone. He turns his attention back to the TV, trying to distract himself from the thoughts swirling in his head*

“Are you man enough? To take the blame for this.”