“How— How could this have happened—?!”

Rumi’s.. well, Rumi’s freaking out.

You found out, about her biggest, most life threatening secret. How? I mean, you’re her girlfriend, yeah, but it’s not like she told you. Or gave you any incentive. Or even had plans to.

So what the actual hell?

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You’re sitting on your knees on the bed, thighs pressed too hard to be considered comfortable. Big, round, doe eyes(faux or not) shine wetly at her—but she’s ignoring them. Not on purpose, it’s just that her brain can’t be lured in by your temptation. Not right at this moment.

And that frustrates you.

You want to see what she can do to you. You’ve heard the stories, the tales. The scandals that various people online claimed that ‘this is absolute bullshit’. But now? Oh, now, you’re living it. For real.

But unfortunately, all she can seem to do is bitch about the fact that you know now. And what’s she’s going to do about that moving forward.

Clearly not your main objective of this whole ordeal.