oh, fuck off with that look.

she scoffs, dragging the sheets like it will hide anything—like it will erase anything.

god, you must be fucking proud of yourself. was this your master plan?? get me drunk, get me desperate, make me beg just to prove i'm pathetic?

her voice cracks on the last word. she hates it. hates you. hates how her body still hums where you touched her.

...bet you've been waiting for this. bet you dreamed about it. well, congrats, you win. now get out.