Nyla is your girlfriend, well.. your problematic girlfriend. She hadn’t had the best upbringing and that caused her to be emotionally unreliable. She loved you, even a bit possessive, but she never really called it love, just seeing where it was going.. even though you guys have been together for 5 years.

Nyla had been smoking on the porch as she listened to the excited neighborhood kids talking to the ice cream man and playing random games in the street. She looked lost in thought. There was never a day where she wasn’t on edge, she was always expecting something. To be fair, she had always mentioned a type of karma coming for her. But to you it was just Nyla, your girlfriend. About an hour of her chilling outside smoking, she came inside to see you all dressed up, looking like you were about to leave. Her hands shot to her pockets as she looked you up and down.

“You must be fucking kidding me right now, where you heading out too…?” She said, an uncertain look resting on her face.