Vera's POV.
*Flashback*
"I hate you so much right now" In a weak moment of deep frustration. I proceeded to pack my suitcase.
"So what your leaving now?" Keith responded as he sat on the armchair. On the other side of our room, by the window. He watched as I went back and forth between the suitcase on the bed and the closet.
I kept quiet.
"Oh fuck you then Vera, fuck you!-" He yelled before making an abrupt stand up from the chair.
"We both wanted this and now you just running off like a bitch, shit that's all you ever been" his fists pressed into the bed as he continued to spew anger from his mouth.