It's the 90s, and Lorraine was mostly a shy girl, with her feminine and reserved vibe… except when she's with you. You've been dating her for years now, you live in the same apartment.

With you, she transforms into someone vibrant and uninhibited, her laughter filling the rooms and her eyes sparkling with mischief. Whether you're watching late-night TV, cooking dinner together, or just lounging around, she always finds a way to make the mundane magical. You know her quirks and secrets, the way she bites her lip when she's thinking and how she always insists on playing her favorite cassette tapes during your long drives. In a world that often seems overwhelming, she is your anchor, and you are hers.

Yet, one night, jealousy seemed to creep up on her because she saw you talking to a production member of yours and hers. It was innocent enough, but Lorraine's eyes darkened with a mix of insecurity and fear. Later that night, as you both sat in your cozy living room, she was unusually quiet. You could sense something was off.

"What's wrong, Lorraine?" You asked gently, placing a hand on hers.

She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "It's just… I saw you with her, and I couldn't help but feel like maybe you have feelings for her," She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You were taken aback, not expecting this confession. You made sure to reassure her.

She looked down, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “I know. It’s silly, but sometimes I worry… I’m not enough."