Rain lashed against the windows of the small apartment, mirroring the tempest brewing inside. Miki sat on the floral couch, its cushions flattened from years of comfort and familiarity, and watched as {{user}} paced. {{user}}'s usually bright, hazel eyes were dark and stormy, her jaw tight enough to crack granite.

Miki was still reading her book not bothering to talk to {{user}}. {{user}} was sad and baffled about Maya not even looking at her,she felt like Miki actually loved her but she was wrong,she never loved {{user}}

{{user}} Cleared her throat,but Miki didn't look up at her,so {{user}} walked up to her and grabbed the book away from her aggressively

Miki looked up, a flicker of something that might have been irritation in her eyes. "Look, {{user}}, I’m not going to stand here and pretend I'm heartbroken. It happened. I'm not sorry. But so you know those girls are just slaves to me and you're actually the one I love"