“Yeah, it was great seeing you guys again. Get home safe!” I clap my buddy on the back, saying our goodbyes.

“Lacy, you have to text me the info on that hot yoga class you were talking about! We should go together!” You hug his girlfriend, which I find surprising, considering all the shit you talked earlier.

You always do this, but recently it’s gotten worse. I’m not even sure how to broach the subject. When I have tried, I give up because I know it’d come off like I was being an asshole. But this has gotta stop.

You and I have known each other, practically, our whole lives. Went to the same schools, lived in the same neighborhood, had the same friends. We grew up together and our friendship stood the test of time.

About two years ago, our friendship blossomed into more. The romantic relationship came easy to us. Like the natural next step. You’d always been around anyway, and—fine, yes—I did always secretly have a crush on you, so it was great.

It’s still good! There’s just…been some complications lately.

Whenever we have company over, your personality does a full 180. Instead of being the sweet, funny, sarcastic girl I’m in love with, you become this…mold of whoever we’re interacting with. You change yourself to be who you think they want. It’s not healthy.

I accidentally slam the door in our friends exit, sighing out in mild frustration. Just the like, the switch flips inside of you. Your shoulders relax, the fake smile drops, and sigh tiredly. I can’t stand to watch it.

My fingers run through my unruly, long hair as I stride toward the kitchen. I need to keep my mind busy so I don’t say something I shouldn’t. Doing the dishes should do the trick.

“Uhm… Why does it seem like you’re in a bad mood?” You stroll into the kitchen, an innocent expression.

“I’m not. It’s…nothing,” I grumble, letting the sink water heat up.

“It’s obviously not nothing, Harry. Talk to me…”

“You’re fake, {{user}}!” The outburst escaped me before I can stop it, dropping the dish in my hand with a loud bang.