First Fight
Judy's only regret was that she couldn't scream as loud as she could slam the door in Nick's face. She stood there, facing the expanse of off-white wood, panting and flexing hands that wanted so much to grab something, to strangle someone.
"Nick... Nick... NIIICK!"
She turned, grabbing her body mirror and shattering it against the far wall. The potted sunflower she kept on the window ledge left dirt and dents on her door. The paintings hanging by her bed, thrown through the window. Her microwave, smashed down again and again on her chair until both decorated the floor in pieces. Her photo of Nick—
Judy stared at the framed photo. Wilde and Hopps Victorious, grinning from their first detective case, Nick radiating joy, an arm slung 'round her shoulders.
"Oh... oh no, Nick..."
Judy knelt there among the ruins of their first fight, wishing she could take it all back.