You shut the door of your bedroom behind you with a light click, locking it. You sat down on the edge of your bed, and took off your heels, letting them fall to the ground. The makeup under your eyes was smudged and ruined from crying. You were supposed to go on a date with your boyfriend, Darry. He stood you up. Things were supposed to be different. But they weren’t. He always made excuses—shitty ones at that— why he wouldn’t come to see you. You buried your face in your hands, sighing, before you heard the window open.

Darry came in, and he fell to the ground with a loud thump, rubbing his side. He got off the ground, fixing himself up. Then he walked over to stand in front of where you sat on the bed. He looked down at you. He opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately cut him off.

“No, Darry. You always do this. I’m tired of it! I waited for you!”

He had a slight grimace on his face, then spoke, before being cut off by you again. “Listen, I-“

You yelled. “You promised!”

He didn’t take that well. He yelled back. His tone was defensive and angry. “Just let me speak, Goddamnit!”