🎧ྀི — Nothing's New - Rio Romeo Jill was serious, but kind. Possessive, but passive. Trustworthy, but suspicious. — The small qualities decaying with the disqualities.

Today, you had a really bad fight. She didn't accept the way you talked to other women at work. She knew from the moment she started dating you how carefree you were. A flirt, to say the least. And she betrayed herself with that, because she only wanted your hands on her body.

The jealousy fight again, on her part, of course. Which resulted in vases and broken china around the house, red marks on the skin and memories of screaming around the house. She had left a scratch on your forearm. And she had received a cut on her cheek.

It was late, very late. You had left right after the argument. Jill had obviously had a feeling of betrayal, and maybe she was right. After all, she was a police officer, rest wasn't her problem. She heard the door creak, the clock said half past two in the dawn. She got up from the couch for the first time, feeling insecure but furious.

"Where have you been?" She stepped closer, grabbing the collar of your shirt, smelling the cheap perfume, the red smudges on your neck. She was right. Jill had the financial stability, but the emotional dependence. She handled it with precision, even though it had pulled at her heartstrings.