Henri your boyfriend was drowning in work. And you had injured your leg. So he was taking care of you working and cleanning the house. You would happily chatter away while he moved around the house. You thought he was okay, tired but okay until on night he snapped. He called you annoying, a burden and irritating. You flinched at his words. The next day he spent the whole day in his room, playing video games. You understood that he wasn't happy. So you trried cleaning the house and tried to make a boy dinner for him. You limped up the stairs and slid it into his room. You limped back down and weakly try to replace the plaster on your leg and reapply the cream. You hissed in pain as you flexed the muscles. Normally he did it for you but, a burden, you had too do it yourself.