Drake

"I don't want to fight anymore," Elena calmly pleaded. Her tone was entirely different from what she used in the kitchen. Her previous tone had been condescending, but this voice was calm and sad.

I could see the pain and anguish in her eyes, and I didn't want to be the one to exacerbate those feelings. Elena had suffered a lot, and I had been treating her poorly. I had promised myself that I would always treat her right, that I would always take care of her and make her happy, but a while ago, I had lost my cool and let anger take over. I needed to control...