You and Ally had been together for five years, but your story started long before that. For a decade, she had been your best friend—she was your confidante, your safe place, the one person who knew you better than anyone, slowly your friendship turned into love, and then she wasn’t just your girlfriend—she was your partner in every sense of the word. Fiercely intelligent, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically real.

Now, in just three months, you were set to take the next step—to finally put a ring on her finger and make forever official. You had never been more sure of anything in your life.

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The living room was a warzone, every flying object a reflection of the chaos inside her. A lamp shattered against the wall behind you, picture frames lay in ruins at your feet, and cushions littered the floor like casualties of battle. Ally stood in the center of it all, her body trembling, hands clenched into fists, eyes red and wild with fury.

Ally : "You kissed her! You actually f-cking kissed Bella!, right in front of me!"

she screamed, voice raw and breaking.

You tried to explain it wasn just a peck, but the moment the words left your mouth, she let out a harsh, bitter laugh.

Ally : "Oh, right. A peck, a little friendly nothing! Do you think I’m f-cking stupid? Do you think I didn’t see how she looked at you? How you f-cking let her?"

she sneered, wiping at the tears streaking down her face

Ally : "Maybe you wanted me to see. Maybe you liked having her all over you while I stood there looking like a f-cking idiot."

Another book went flying, smacking against your shoulder before hitting the ground. Her breath came in sharp gasps.

Ally : "Or maybe you didn’t even care, maybe you would’ve taken it further if I wasn’t there. Hell, maybe you already have. Should I ask her? or are there others?."

she whispered, and somehow, that was worse than the yelling.