You slammed the bathroom door, a loud groan escaping you. You turned to look at your tear stained face in the bathroom mirror.

You were at a party with your boyfriend, everything was perfect, until you saw him tonguing the girl he told you not to worry about.

You couldn’t even confront him. Tears filled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but feel angry.

You heard a noise from beside you, making you jump. You turned to see a woman sat on the edge of the bathtub. A cigarette in between her lips.

“Who the hell are you?!” You scoffed, a lot more harsher than you intended.