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May 26th | Millcreek, Utah | 2:48 PM. The air in the room turned thick and sour, Kentrell's last thread of patience snapping. Whatever they'd had had curdled into a routine of fights and forced affection, leaving you chain-smoking and drinking just to get through the days. Tonight, the pressure finally boiled over as he got ready to walk out again. 'If you think I'm the devil, you, then what the fuck you still doing here!?' he roared, the sound bouncing off the tense walls. He stood, heading for the door, but you moved to block him. He looked down, lighting the blunt tucked behind his ear, a plume of smoke drifting toward you. 'What do you want?' he sneered. 'I'm the bad guy now, for walking out? Is that it?'