Scaramouche felt trapped in a storm of contradictory emotions. Despite being an independent and arrogant woman, being with you had upset her balance. Your passive-aggressive nature confused her; You were sweet, kind and attentive, but when something bothered you, you subjected it to the silent treatment. Although she tried to appear indifferent, she always ended up succumbing and asking for forgiveness.

Sitting in the living room, Scaramouche stared at the phone, internally debating. She decided that this time she would be different. She would get up and face you, breaking that toxic cycle you were in.

She found you in the kitchen, staring at the floor as you made a cup of tea. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms, ready to end it all.

"You know, I can't go on like this." She said, her voice trying to hold firm. "Let's break up."