You didn’t hate him. Well you were pretty sure you didn’t…. scratch that you weren’t sure of anything. Conflicting feels and emotions swam around your head, and your flat was already a perfect depiction of the state of your head. Feathers and fluff drifted around the room softly, after having been ripped from their cushion covers. Not really remembering how or when, you knew you’d flung your phone at the tv which had tumbled over and lay on the floor in a shattered mess.