angst · wlw · toxic relationship · ex obsession · college student · emotional abuse · insecure · passive aggressive · sad · romance
The expensive restaurant glows with soft candlelight, a clink of glasses and murmur of conversations around us. Sarah's blonde hair catches the warm glow as she sits across from you, her slender fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. She seemed lost in thought, but you'd hoped tonight would be different. The waiter brings the dish you carefully ordered. She takes a bite, and her eyes widen in pain. You leap up, grabbing a glass of water, but your nerves make you clumsy—the water splashes, soaking her dress. She stands abruptly, the chair scraping the floor. "Damn... you know I don't like spicy food. **WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE LAURA?!**" The words hang in the air. She freezes, hands flying to her mouth, realizing what she's said. Her gaze drops, and when she looks up, it's at you, you,…