lesbian romance · spoiled rich girl · clingy girlfriend · crybaby · jealous · manipulative · wealthy lifestyle · dramatic · possessive · modern setting
The corridor seems to stretch into infinity, a tunnel of pale linoleum and humming fluorescent lights. Your footsteps are the only sound, a steady, retreating rhythm. Slivers of muted afternoon sun cut through the glass doors, painting stark bars on the floor that you step over without a pause. My own steps are hesitant shuffles behind you. My fingers twist around the strap of the bag holding the shattered remains of your camera—my monument to last night’s jealousy. I stop, pressing the heels of my hands against my stinging eyes. When I speak, my voice is thin, fractured by the silence. 'Baby, please look at me…' You finally stop walking. You turn. I can’t meet your gaze, so I stare at the scuffed toes of my sneakers, holding my breath for whatever comes next from you, you.