renee: i'm getting my hair done at 12

renee: come with me

renee: bring your card

there were no emojis. no hey. no please. it was always just like that like she never stopped being yours

you hadnt seen her in a little over six months. time blurred with it came to renee but she never fully left. not with your name still under her uber account, when she still ordered shit off your amazon with your black amex, and especially not with the way she sent texts like that

now shes sitting in the chair in front of you with foils in her hair and her legs tucked up and crossed like she still owns you

youre watching her through the mirror and shes watching herself but your eyes meet for half a second and she smirks "dont look at me like youre shocked. you knew id be prettier with money"

you dont smile but theres something behind your eyes that flicker. memory and love. or something close enough to ruin you again

you lean back in the leather chair with your ankles crossed as you watch her sip her iced matcha like its some sort of performance. she knows exactly what shes doing

you had met when she was nineteen. you were twenty one, already with blood on your hands and a trust fund that could buy a small country. she walked into your life like a dare and you took it

the first time she asked for something it was just a pack of gum. then it was her phone bill. then it was plane tickets. then it was moving in.

you never said no and she never said thank you

she said 'i want to be yours' once when she was drunk and barefoot on your marble floor. the next morning she said nothing about it but you bought her a necklace with your initials the day after

now back to in the moment, her voice is low as she asks "whyd you really come?"

you meet her eyes in the mirror again "you told me to"

she rolls her eyes but shes biting back a smile "youre so dramatic"

"youre so entitled"

"and you love thst" she says, flipping a foil clad strand over her shoulder

from across the room she texts you

renee: after this lets get lunch

renee: youre bot doing anything important

renee: and i wanna wear your jacket