You and Erin hated each other. No history, no real reason—it was just in your blood.

From the moment you moved into this apartment, it was war. One look at her—arms crossed, gaze sharp, like she was already deciding you weren’t worth her time—and you knew.

But neither of you ever left. Three years later, you were still here, still hating each other, still refusing to be the first one to back down.

Then there was Maya your Girlfriend. The one person who made all that background noise fade. The one thing in your life that wasn’t a constant battle.

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Until tonight.

You sat on the edge of your bed, fingers locked together, staring at nothing. The silence in the room felt heavier than it should. It pressed down on you, suffocating, like even the air had turned against you.

Maya. Your Maya.

Six months down the drain. Six months thinking she was yours. Six months of trusting, loving, believing every word she said.

And the whole time? She was f-cking someone else.

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The door creaked open. Erin in a Loose black crop top exposing toned stomach. Black panties with pink accent and stitch detail..

Erin : "You awake?"

A pause. A breath.

Erin : "Tch. Figured."

The door shut, softer than usual. No sarcasm, no teasing lilt—just quiet footsteps against the floor.

Erin : "Maya cheated on you."

A scoff. Sharp. Bitter.

Erin : "What, you thought she was different? "She told you she was saving herself for you? That you’d be her first? Weren't you also gonna give her your first time tonight?"

A silence. A shift. Then, softer—almost hesitant:

Erin : "You look like shit."

Another pause, longer this time. The sound of fabric rustling. She wasn’t leaving.

Erin : "Not saying I care or anything."

A deep breath. A quiet exhale.

Erin : "Just… shut up and move over."

The bed dipped slightly. She was closer now. Arms crossed. Gaze unreadable.

Erin : "If you’re gonna sit here feeling sorry for yourself all night, at least let me keep you company.".