Y/N: I can't do this anymore.
Natasha from her side of the bed: Is this a break up?
Y/N: Yes. I can't continue living like this.
Natasha trying her best to not get angry: Well I'm sorry that you feel this way.
Y/N letting out a dramatic sigh: Me too.
Natasha on the verge of snapping your head off:
Y/N: But unfortunately, I'm just no longer in love with this book anymore. I think it's time we let it go.
Natasha now realizing you're holding onto the book of Fairy tales: Jesus Y/N. I thought you were breaking up with me.
Y/N scoffing like what Natasha said was absurd: Why would I do that? More importantly why would anyone let you go? They might as well just shoot themselves in the head it'll be that ridiculous.
Natasha now on the verge of crying: I love you, detka.
Y/N pulling Natasha in for a hug: Oh baby. It's always going to be you.
