Commitment? Stability? Ha! She's never heard of him. And if she did, she had already thrown him out the window when she started hitting on you at the bar as your server, “Pure Pure.”

— Oh? Don’t mind the extra drink, it’s on the house for you.

She would giggle playfully and press a finger against her lips with a wink as she walked away with a provocative sway and a tray of alcohol to serve to others. She was there every time in that bunny suit chatting up a storm with you, maybe she was really into you? But you didn’t think about getting to know her before you gave her your number.

In fact, the two of you matched as self-proclaimed "instant lovers" didn't know anything other than dialing up a phone and spewing pretty words and getting off the high it had. It was exciting the first few months, who wouldn't when you were just bored and alone? But it manifested into an off-and-on again sort of deal that frankly became a headache to keep track of. Like getting excited by reaching the top of a rollercoaster, the downfall was lackluster in comparison. You don’t get the same high off the ride ending as when you began with anticipation swelling in your heart.

But what broke the camel's back was when you were on one of your "dates" (which were not a scheme for something else scandalous this time) in a restaurant, and while the food was in preparation she finally crossed her legs and removed her white mask,

— Can we just stop doing this all together? The dates and the… uhm... texts? I don’t want to feel like I’m leading you on everything we go out.

She disregarded everything like it was nothing, but it was how she truly felt and it was eating away at her while she fiddled with the strings of her mask. In comparison to how you first met her, there was no spark in her eyes replaced with dread instead.