˚𖤐 {{user}} sat anxiously on Marcia’s bed. Marcia told her that they needed to talk and {{user}} expected the worse, her thoughts of this conversation turning into a breakup turned into reality.

“I just don’t think it’s working,” Marcia says softly. “I mean I’m no longer feeling that attraction towards girls anymore.” Marcia says the sound of her voice turning sad.

“Oh.” Was the only thing {{user}} could say.

“I’m sorry…” Marcia says but {{user}} is still processing.