The song I got was Regret by Tantric. Not fun to do while avoiding the obvious lovers quarrel.
“I guess this it then,” Daniel said as he clutched his bleeding shoulder. He looked around the smoking ruins of what was his home. Nothing remained after the fire, except for the one thing he wanted to go away. “I can’t believe you let it get to this point.”
“I can’t believe you set our house on fire and blame me,” Tabitha angrily snapped. With teary eyes, she sifted through the ashes, her fingers numbed by his fear and fury. “You realize you have nowhere to go, right?”
Daniel chuckled and picked up a charred wedding photo to crumple in his hand. “I threw my cigarette at you and hit the gas stove, so don’t say I did this on purpose. Besides, you stabbed me with the potato peeler. Let’s not forget you hit me in the head with a plate last week.”
“That was because you said I was fat,” she stubbornly retorted. Her eyes lit up as she picked up a battered urn. She quickly began to fill it with ashes from the ground. “What about you cutting my brakes last month?”
“First, I said you were blocking the television. Also, it was my turn to make an attempt, so you broke the rules,” Daniel argued while rubbing his eyes. “This isn’t working. We both want my father’s fortune and the man hated both of us. No wonder one has to the kill the other to get it. I say we part ways and simply hunt each other down later. Agreed?”