Snippet of messages
My boundaries
Pete: why the fuck do you have fucking boundaries, I thought you loved me.
Pete: obviously not.
Pete: stop ignoring me.
Pete: wow I knew it, you don't love me, so that's why you told me about your boundaries.
Pete: fucking piece of shit.
Pete: they're stupid boundaries.
Me: I do love you, and if you say those sorts of things about my boundaries you'd say them about me.
Pete: i fucking wouldn't.
Pete: are you threatening our relationship because I'm complaining about your FUCKING BOUNDARIES?

• • •

We sit by the riverbank, cuddling. The sunsets at Renmark were always divine, but this one was special. He holds my hand as we watch the sun say goodbye, it's canvas complete. Pete turns to me.
"You mean the sun and her sky to me, for without her sky, the sun is just burning." He says brushing a strand of my hair out of my face. I smile at him, and rest my head on his shoulder. It somehow felt right.

• • •

Snippet of messages
The night I ignored him
Pete: puzzaaaa.
Pete: Georgia.
Pete: geo
Pete: are you ok?
Pete: please reply
Pete: Georgia
Pete: omg Georgia
Pete: please tell me you're alive
Pete: GEORGIA
Pete: WHAT HAPPENED
Pete: PLEASE
Pete: Reply
Pete: please be alive
*five minutes passed*
Pete: you're fucking ignoring me aren't you
Pete: you never fucking loved me

• • •

"You never fucking loved me," he shouts at me, throwing the pillows from our cabin bed across the room, full of anger, "you just love that boy across from us don't you? DONT YOU." He smashes the glass of water onto the ground, screaming.
"I don't love him!" I plead, trying to stop him from grabbing something else and smashing it, "I love you!"
He yells, "LIAR."
He beats me across the face, sending me flying to the floor.
I remember the time he told me he would never beat a woman. He lied to me
He grabs me by my shirt collar and throws me on the bed. He punches me in the face and I scream in pain. He stops. 
"I'm gonna kill myself," he shouts, "I'm gonna KILL MYSELF because you LOVE ANOTHER MAN." He storms out of the room.
I scream, louder than I've ever screamed before. Tears stream down my faces as I call out for him not to, that I love him. He never responds, and I scream in pain, bawling my eyes out in agony.
After 5 minutes, he enters the room again, pitiful. I look up at him, the tears stopping and the screaming ends. He walks over to me, hand on his wrist in shame, blood dripping.
"You do love me," he sniffles, coming closer to me, "I only did it to see if you love me."
He falls down next to me and cuddles me.
"Please don't do that again," I whimper, looking at his wrist, "please."
He nods, and we both cry into each other's arms.

Little did I know, that he would do that another 12 times before I left.