A Certain Action

In a small, run-down house on the outskirts of a rural town, a heated argument between a couple.

The walls, worn and cracked with age, as the harsh words between a man and his wife continued.

The evening sun filtered dimly through the dusty windows, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch with the tension in the room.

"You never listen to me!"

The woman's voice was strained, her fists clenched in frustration.

"Every time I try to talk, it's like you don't care at all!"

The man stood across from her, his face twisted in anger.

His jaw tightened, and his fists shook as he tried to control his rising temper.

His eyes, cold and hard, locked onto her with a chilling glare.

He took a step toward her, a deep breath rattling in his chest as though the weight of his fury was about to spill over.

He raised his hand, preparing to hit her!

"You think I don't care?"

He spat.