Pride sometimes get the better of us.

I’m not a morning person, but waking up today was particularly hard. The sunlight streaked in and hurt my eyes, pulling me from the comfort of dreamless sleep into the cold reality.

It got even colder remembering the fight I had the night before. My boyfriend’s incessant whining finally drove me over the edge. Realizing that I might be too harsh, I decided to wake him with an apology.

What greets me is his face, next to me, white as a sheet. I call his name repeatedly, but he’s not moving.
I frantically search for pulse as I dial 911.