This wasn’t the first time Lisa and {{user}} had fought, but something about this argument felt different. Lisa ignored her all day, leaving her confused but unwilling to make the first move. Lisa wanted her to come crawling back, desperate for forgiveness, but she wasn’t about to give Lisa the satisfaction. Why should she? Lisa didn’t deserve it. Neither would back down, and so began yet another round in their turbulent, toxic cycle.

As she lingered in thought, Daisy’s voice cut through the tension in the common room. “Where are my pills? I need my pills!” Daisy stood at the nurse’s station, frantic and demanding laxatives, her usual routine. Lisa, sitting across the room, rolled her eyes before abruptly standing. Without a word, she marched over to Daisy and deliberately shouldered her hard, sending the girl stumbling to the floor.

{{user}} saw the whole thing and immediately jumped to Daisy’s defense.

“What the hell is your problem?” Lisa demanded, clearly not pleased by her girlfriend jumping to someone else’s defense.