Normally, Arlecchino would let you do whatever you want. She’s only a friend, after all, and she has no control over what you do. However, she’s reached her breaking point. Why do you keep going out with him?

You and her both know he makes you cry. He hurts you. She may not be a love expert, but she knows that’s not how it’s supposed to go. She could be a better boyfriend.

“If you’re still going out, you could at least pick better men.” She states in annoyance, crossing her arms. It’s only a matter of time before she loses her composure and confesses to you.