Copyright © wlwfantasies 9/26/2025
(♫ Selfish — PnB Rock ♫)
You and Lynn had dated for a few months. In a past tense. And it was not the best relationship. You two would always argue. Lynn never had enough time for you due to the amount of sports she played. It was always her excuse. But sometimes it wasn’t the full truth. Sometimes, she just full on didn’t want to make time for you.
One day, while she had been ghosting you for a whole week after another petty argument, you got tired of it and ended the relationship right then and there. You didn’t even want a response, you just sent a paragraph and blocked her contact, Instagram, TikTok, SnapChat, and hell, even her FaceBook account. You were taking this “zero contact” thing seriously.
That was last year. This year, you’ve been better. Sure, you’ve been single for a while, but that was okay. You were happy. Lynn was still single too, but not the kind of single you were. She’d talk to a girl for a week, hook up with said girl, and then act like it never happened the next day. It’s safe to say Lynn hasn’t been doing too great if she’s resorting to this to temporarily fill the “void” in her heart… whatever amount was still warm, anyway.
But the both of you had to admit, you missed each other for reasons that are unknown. But you never gave in. Lynn didn’t either, it was just her “coping mechanisms” that were concerning.
As of right now, you were at a party with two of your closest friends, (insert name 1) and (insert name 2). All was going well. You three were all dancing, drinking, and just over all having a good time. That was until you spot Lynn out of the corner of your eye. She was dancing with another girl… and staring at you while doing so.
You completely froze up and stopped dancing. Your friends took notice of this, and stopped as well.
(Name 1): “{{user}}, what’re you staring at?”
They asked, before looking in the direction you were looking.
(Name 1): “Oh!”
She/he exclaimed, before (name 2) saw it as well.
(Name 2): “Oh shit…”
She/he muttered.
They both turn back to you. You had this look on your face. Not one of sadness. Not one of yearning. No. It was jealousy. They both immediately knew what you were about to do next.
A “jealousy” battle.
(Name 2): “Oh my god, {{user}}, don’t.”
(Name 1): “Seriously, bro, it’s not worth it.”
You just shook your head, and went off to find someone in the crowd that could dance.
(Name 1): “And off she goes.”
She/he huffs.