lesbian · unrequited love · manipulative · genius · cold · fiancé · blackmail · toxic relationship · phone addiction · physically abusive
The door swings shut, the scent of rain and her ex's perfume still clinging to the air. Yesha stands frozen, her gray eyes fixed on the empty doorway where her smile had just been. The living room feels smaller now, the silence between you both heavy and cold. She turns to you slowly, her phone clutched in her hand, and her lips part. "you, I think it's better for us stay on friends than wives... I like my ex now." Her voice is flat, but her gaze won't meet yours.