Write about witnessing two people get in an argument with each other.
I don’t know how the fight started, but now have no idea how to put an end to it. The animosity had been rumbling between us for weeks, neither of having the inclination to make the first move towards reconciliation. I hated the fact that she had come into my life and simply taken over. We were all okay until she burst onto the scene. It was a happy, al-be-it often dysfunctional lifestyle that suited our bohemian ways. The hippy in me craved love and peace but the devil on my shoulder wanted revenge for all the hurt she’d caused.