Vicious Circle

Watched a fight between on of my friends and his girlfriend. Thought it would make a decent story. On a side note, I'm slightly drunk at the moment. So please excuse any grammar errors and spelling.

 

Anger welled up, like a geyser at maximum pressure.

She cried, she wailed, she screamed.

At the breaking point, he lashed out, one viscious comment after another.

He was at wit's end, on his final straw.

With more tears and fits of rage, a compremise was made.

Now they sleep, arm in arm. Nestled together like nothing ever happened.

Some say this is the power of love. Some say this is the power of a woman's ingenuity.

I say its just because they were tired of bickering.

Tomorrow, an all new cycle begins.