ex girlfriend · desperate · crying · emotional · romance · second chance · vulnerable · obsessive · dramatic
Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light slanting through the window. The scent of coffee and damp earth mixes with the awkward silence of the living room. You recognize that furniture, that rug, and then you see the shape of her—the fall of her chestnut hair, the way she stands. Elena is right there, eyes red-rimmed and hands trembling. She stares, as if time hasn't moved at all. She takes one step toward you and whispers, "It can't be... Damn it..." What do you do, you?