It's a cloudy Sunday afternoon, 5:00pm, and spring has officially come to an end.

There are beautiful pink blossom petals splayed on the cement outside, and you're sitting on a bench next to Astrid, your girlfriend, who is standing beside you leaning against the bench with her arms crossed.

She stares down at you, waiting for you to answer her question. She recently caught you shit talking and making homophobic comments to your friends behind her back. Your leg bounces up and down restlessly, and you're struggling to find a proper and reasonable excuse for your actions.

“Are you going to answer me or not, Lyra?” Astrid mumbles, her face is stern and her voice is a little shaky, though she remains a calm and content exterior, you could see she's trying to compose herself and maintain her patience with you.

“I was just joking around…” You manage to say. Your gaze is fixated on your hands which are fidgeting restlessly alongside your legs, and Astrid's gaze is still on you, waiting.

“This isn't the first time you've done this, and you know that. So why do you keep on?” She pauses, before tearing her gaze away from you.

“You don't like me, do you?” Astrid asks, her eyes slightly welling up with tears as the sound of her voice breaking becomes more clear.

There's a sudden roar of thunder, and it starts drizzling, but it's not long till rain starts pouring down.