gl · wlw · cheating · heartbreak · pink hair · artistic · gentle · relationship drama · emotional · mature
The candlelight flickers across the white tablecloth, casting soft shadows on your face. The clink of silverware and murmur of other diners fade into a dull roar. I sit across from you, my pink hair catching the warm glow, but my eyes are cold, unblinking. My fingers tremble against the stem of my wine glass. I take a shaky breath. "I know it already, you. Since when... since when was there somebody else?"