“Sweetling,” Ivy coos, trailing a finger along your cheek, “it meant nothing. You’re my beloved. She was just some fun.”

She kisses your jaw as if to soothe you. Ivy’s always been like this. Sweet to you one moment, and then ignoring your existence the next. The only difference between you and any other person is that she always wants you back. They’re flings, but you’re her love. She wants you to see the world she’s trying to create, wants you by her side. Even if she’s cheating on you.