"No Warren, I know I'm absolutely done this time!" Emily shouted at the top of her voice.

"Oh I was just making sure, Miss Hot and Cold," Warren spat back.

It was the third full on fight they were having in seven days, aside from the constant passive aggressive comments and this time, there was conviction in Emily's voice when she said that she was done. Their issues weren't big. Pretty small, to be honest, but all the workload and stress of both of their jobs seemed to mess with their head. Not to mention the small annoying things they never failed to find out in each other lately.

"Well, excuse me for trying to save our relationship after each fight we have" Emily said to a very red-looking Warren.

"Yeah? Then I guess you shouldn't start the fight in the first place."

"I start the fights?! Me?" She pushed at his chest. Not too hardly but enough to make him take a step back. "What about not very long ago when you went all batshit crazy on me when you saw that I had painted the spare room walls beige? Huh?"

"I went crazy because I didn't know about it. I was upset that you changed everything in my absence."

"The normal way to show you're upset is to discuss, not shout," Emily shouted.

They were in the kitchen that they had been sharing for the past thirteen months, except for the last two.

"And while we're at it, why don't we discuss the way you flipped your shit when I accidentally closed your laptop lid just last night," Warren said, remembering the screaming match that had been ensued.

Emily turned red with rage and said," I was writing, you jerk! And there was nothing accidental about it! You closed it because you were feeling like I wasn't giving you enough attention."

"Sue me for wanting attention from my own girlfriend, and I'll tell you for the three hundredth time, there were literally fifty seven words on the screen."

"Important fifty seven words," she pointed out, throwing herself tiredly on the barstool, thinking of how long it took her to get that effective opening lines of her presentation again.

"Warren, the point is," she continued,"you are driving me mad and all this pandemic crap upon it. I can only deal with one issue at a time."

"Oh, so I'm an issue? A mere issue?" He started to sit as well.

"The way you've been acting: yes you are."

He jumped up from the newly acquired seat. "Why do you always make it look like everything's my fault? Like you are some perfect princess and I'm the bad guy who never fails to wrong you."

Emily stood up as well, not wanting to let him tower her. Standing, they were at equal levels as their heights were same. "Whose fault is that we spent two months millions of miles apart? Whose idea was it to go there? Yours. And who didn't get to be a part of that decision? Huh? So Warren Keeper, don't you dare blame me for thinking that you make mistakes."

"Not all!" He boomed due to the mention of their two month long distance. "You make mistakes too!"

"Not as big as to impact the core of our relationship."

"You can't be more wrong, Emily. If you were not okay with me going, you should have said that before I went away, not now." He paused and then raised his voice to say, "And it was NOT a mistake!"

Having spotted The Weak Spot, Emily smiled humorlessly and retorted, "You told me the moment you landed here that it was a mistake. ‘A big, stupid mistake’ to quote you."

"I- yes," he fumbled, "but, um, that's completely off the point." Warren finished hastily.

"Is it?"

Warren didn't have any reply to this and Emily didn't have another point to make so they went silent, both lost in their own space.

After a few minutes, Warren said, "I'm going to the bedroom, come and talk to me when you're not so hot in head."

Emily met his gaze and shook her head, almost sadly like all anger left her all of a sudden. "No, Warren, I meant it when I said that I'm done. This is not working. We are not working anymore. One of us should leave."

"I will. You don't have a place to crash," he replied automatically. At this point, he wanted to leave too. There was no point in fighting day in and day out.

"I have Kate, Becky, Harry, Zoya–" she started but Warren cut her off.

"It's all right. I can go. At least for a while, before we figure out everything."

Emily nodded and he was surprised by her so quick assent. Hell, they both were surprised by everything that was going so fast– considering moving out, breakup, everything. But at the same time they knew this had been building up for a while.

"And I don't mean just crashing. This means the end," she explained just to let him come on the same page as hers.

"I know," Warren replied and instantly went to the bedroom to pack his bag. While packing his immediate stuff, anger left him too and melancholy gripped him over the ending of their two year long relationship.

But it's good for both of us, seeing that the love between us seems to go down to hell, they both thought the same time when Warren came out with one suitcase and one duffel bag in hand.

Emily broke the uncomfortable silence by saying, "So I guess this is it."

"Yeah," he replied and then under his breath: "Things escalated pretty quickly."

He went over and kissed her forehead, "It was good while it lasted, you know."

"Not good. Perfect," she choked out.

Both of them were searching in their minds for one excuse to let him stay, but even after ten minutes of empty silence, when they came up empty-handed, Warren said, "Well, I should get going, then."

Emily didn't say anything. They both went to the door of the apartment, their apartment and when Warren closed it behind they felt the finality of the moment. It was not the sadness for the breakup per se—they were still angry for that—it was the sadness for the loss of Something Important.

However, it didn't last long because ss soon as they both reached to the ground floor, a man in grey uniform came up to them.

"Planning to go somewhere?" he asked.

"Sorry?" Emily asked back, confused.

No, it can't be, she thought at the same time Warren did.

"The building was brought under complete lockdown last night. I suppose you were notified as well.

Truth was, they hadn't checked their mail or anything since yesterday due to their own crises.

At their blank looks, the officer said, "Well, I'm informing you now: the building is completely sealed."

"Until...?" Warren ventured.

"Until further notice."

A/n: This is set in the initial phase of lockdown.

Please comment your opinion and tell me whatcha think.

:)
Ray.