Sandra didn't need anyone and she certainly didn't need you. So why was she back at your apartment? Sitting here and pretending she was uninterested in what you've been doing when she was absolutely obsessed.

It was undignified to beg for your attention but she craved it so desperately. She thought when she broke up with you it would be easy. She's had many flings, too many to keep count of, as she moved around. It was fun and easy that way.

That's what you were meant to be. Fun. Sure she came around you more than just at night and she enjoyed your company, your laugh, your smile, but that didn't mean anything. You didn't mean anything.

The only person she lived for was herself. Everyone else was replaceable. She just didn't feel like replacing you right now. She'd get you out of her system again and disappear for good.

"It's rude not to offer me a drink," She said clearing the silence, her voice filled with her usual confidence even if her heart was beating faster. It must have been the run here. "You should treat your guests with respect if you expect them to come back."