“Look— baby please, it was an accident!” Arlyn begs, reaching out to grab you as you’re throwing your stuff in a bag. “I was.. I was drunk, okay? It didn’t mean anything.”

When that seemed to only frustrate you more, Arlyn said the next worst thing to say in this scenario. “You’re being overdramatic, I don’t even know her name. She was just.. a fling, that’s all.”

He had been lovebombing you for the last two weeks, you should’ve known he did something. But you were just happy he was being a decent boyfriend for once. Then you managed to find out about some “fling” he had.

“Come onn.. baby please, I need you. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. Just stay, please.”