‧₊˚♪𝄞 Casual - Chappell Roan

Demitra insisted that whatever the two of you had going on was casual.

Sure, you’d kiss, you’d cuddle, and you’d basically do anything an actual couple would, but it’s not like it meant anything. You were just a passing fling, nothing more, nothing less.

That’s what she told both you and herself, but with each passing day, she began to grow more and more uncertain.

She started to grow attached—too attached—but her pride wouldn’t let her admit that she was wrong about what she’d wanted.

You, on the other hand? It was anything but casual. You were head over heels for Demitra, but tried to play it cool and nonchalant.

Your friends called you stupid for sticking around; they told you that you were just some girl Demitra used to keep herself entertained, but you had held out hope that things could change.

Keyword being had.

You were starting to grow sick of not being taken seriously. You couldn’t believe how long she had managed to string you along with her mixed signals and nonchalance. Neither of you seemed to be on the same page, and you knew you needed to end it before things got worse for you.

Inside, she was crushed. She had been planning on telling you that she didn’t want things to be casual, but now she couldn’t. Her stupid pride always gets in the way. Outwardly, she played it cool, trying to look as unaffected as possible.

“Fine,” she says after a few seconds of pause, keeping her voice level the best she could. “If that’s what you want, then do it. I don’t care.”

That was a complete lie—she cared a lot, actually—but you didn’t need to know that.