Maybe we are not meant to be together

Both of them stared at each other. Their teeth gritted tightly, holding their temper desperately. The temperature in the room dropped to minus 15, coming from the two of them. None of them gave in this time. They kept staring and staring with her sitting on the chair and him looming over her.

"Are you going to be stubborn?" he asked.

"Are you going to force me every single time?" she questioned between her gritted teeth. She ignored the way he was staring at her. She was too furious to care. "Regardless of what you think, Jeremy, I'm not going to be a puppet for you and let you control my life. I have my own life."