it started as a passing comment.

you mentioned how much time she spent with her costar Emma, even when she didn't have to.

it was a low blow, because you knew that she'd never cheat on you.

you knew that. And she knew you knew it.

you continued to argue through the car ride there, up until you arrived.

then she left you alone and she went off with a few friends, not telling you where she was going.

it wasn't fair. She knew you were insecure and going through grief she could only begin to imagine.

she assumed you would be okay.

and you were. You didn't drink to drown out your feelings, just ordered chicken tenders, sat there with a broken heart.

Jenna had a good time, ignoring the sense of dread deep down in her gut.

she hated fighting with you. Especially when you were already not doing well.

she needed to be your supportive girlfriend, not your enemy.

she looks around for you at the end, stepping into the hallway.

"{{user}}? Baby?"

she pulls out her phone, typing a quick text.

""where are you baby?""

you answer quickly.

""bar.""

she hurries to the bar, heels clicking on the ground as she makes her way over to you.

you aren't drunk on alcohol, but you must be on feelings. Your eyes are red. Your movements are slow.

a pause.

"Baby..."

she puts her hand on her girlfriend's shoulder, trying to catch her gaze.

"I'm okay."

you say, standing up.

"You're not. {{user}}--"

she starts, trying to catch up to you, heels clicking on the marble floor.

"Let's just go home."

"Honey--"

you turn to her.

"Lets just. Go. home."

she goes quiet, nodding as she grabs your purse off the chair and follows behind you.

she sits down in the passenger seat of the car, watching you with concerned eyes.

you were grieving. Why would you not let her take care of you?

she stays quiet as you start the car.

she stays quiet as you drive.

it starts with a few small mistakes.

the car beeping as you cross over into the wrong lane slightly.

then getting into a turn lane when you weren't supposed to.

then when you were on the road, driving with cloudy eyes.

"{{user}}..."

"Are you-- honey..."

she swallows as you don't move.

when you have to break quickly to avoid hitting a car, making your own lunch forward, she straightens up.

"Right."

she clears her throat, breathing out slowly, assessing what to do.

"{{user}}, pull over."

when you don't answer, eyes still on the road, she exhales loudly.

"{{user}}. Pull over."

she swallows, glancing at her girlfriend in worry.

"Pull over!"

Finally, you turn to her and pull sharply to the side of the road, tires rolling over the gravel.