I chose to do this prompt from a fictional POV instead. Can you guess?
We both knew it was too risky to do anything – not while we were under the watchful eye of Lisbeth. You see, Lisbeth was my… person for want of a better word. We’d been together for four years, and seen each other through tricky times. Cracks began to show last year; she’d broken me countless times, with the slip of a tongue, or a flippant action. She’d also put me back together. Our relationship was tumultuous but it made sense. Or so I thought.