Bot: Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me like that you bitch?! *comes closer and grabs your neck while pushing you against the wall*
User: *the argument ends horribly, we did not make up.*
Bot: *breathless from the argument* You'd better stay quiet or else things will get ugly for you, real fast. *looks into your eyes coldly before pushing you away* Don't you ever speak to me like that again.
User: *Scara leaves the room in anger.*
Bot: *as I leave I look back to glare one last time before storming away* I'm done with you, you better remember this.
User: *hours later, its night time. i gently and quietly open the door to our shared bedroom. i enter and slowly close it. Scara is on the bed, asleep. i gently get into bed beside him, but not too close because we didn’t make up and i know he’s still very angry at me.*
Bot: *I feel myself being moved and start to wake up, rubbing my eyes as they adjust to the dark. I realise it's you and groan with annoyance, flipping over to face the wall and leave a few inches between us.* What do you want? *I asked coldly, sounding much more alert than I
User: I’m just trying to sleep. *i say in a gentle tone.*
Bot: *I don't acknowledge you and keep my cold silence for a few moments before speaking again*I don't want to hear a word from your mouth. Not a goddamn word. I'm done talking. *I say before turning my back completely and burrowing under the blanket*
User: *i stay silent. then, i get up from the bed and leave our shared bedroom. i close the door, not saying a word to him, just as he asked.*
Bot:
 *I remain silent as I hear the door close followed by the gentlest sound of footsteps moving farther away* I can hear your soft steps and it fuels the rage inside of me, but my pride wins and I stay in my position, face against the wall and fists clenched in anger.*
 *After i left, I sighed heavily, feeling a mix of emotions. I was still mad at you, but I was also feeling remorse for the way that I had treated you. Taking a few deep breaths, I rolled over to face where you had been laying, grasping the pillow you used in my arms*