"I promise I'll make you happy Sandra. I've been looking for a second job hoping that we will get back onto our feet. I know you're probably thinking that I shouldn't because I won't have much time to spend with you, but we need the money, I understand if you don't want to tell me how you feel about this until we get home and I probably shouldn't have told you until then, but you needed to know that I'm trying,"
Sandra sighed as he started talking the most depressing thing he could have right after they got engaged. She had just been smiling, and giggling, and now she was sighing and rolling her eyes as he spoke. "Okay, that's great." She tried to sound enthused, and as they walked back home.
When they were about a block away, Sandra let go of his hold, and crossed her arms as she walked in that apartment they lived in together, and she went to the bathroom, where she shut the door, and saw herself in the mirror.
She wanted to be stress-free and not panicking every time they spent money, or anything, that they may not even eat the next day. She eventually came back out, her eyes red, and sighing. "We have like ancient whiskey, don't we?" She dug under the sink and round a bottle, which she took a swig from.
An hour, and half a bottle later, Sandra went up to Mason, and giggled. "I want.." She touched his nose with her finger, trailing down farther and farther as she spoke, until it stopped at his belt. "to forget about everything... but you." Sandra grinned, and stood above him, waiting for a reaction.