Mismatched

“You’re loud, clumsy and a drunk, how can you expect to be an assassin?” I yelled at him pointing my finger at his chest. The bullet holes on the walls of my apartment providing enough proof of his incompetence.

“and you’re a crazy, perfectionist bitch with lots of anger issues who couldn’t hold a job.” he countered back with just as much force in his voice.

“You are just a let down”, I said wanting to have the last word like always.

“and you’re just a failure”, and I snapped. I raised my fist and punched him square in the face knocking him out cold on the plush white rug in the living room which was now covered in the splinters from the wall and furniture.

I crouched down and shook him a little repeating his name multiple times.

“Okay then, guess I won.” I walked towards the now disintegrated kitchen to make coffee for both of us.