AGHHH

“AGHHH! I can’t take it,” he said as he held his head in his hands, and fell toward the bed.
“What’s the matter?” she asked as she looked away from the meatloaf she was preparing.
His left hand stretched out and made an arching motion toward their apartment. It was small and sparsely furnished. It had to be. The apartment consisted of a door that opened to a dark basement hallway, a bed, a small TV that sat upon their refrigerator, a sink, small cabinet, toilet/shower combo, and a small closet. The apartment was only a couple hundred square feet in area. “This isn’t what I wanted for you.”
“What did you want for me?”
“More.”
“More of what? I only need you.”