"Now her name comes up once, and it comes up twice."

"And without her being here, she's back in your life."

"What a coincidence."

"This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth."

"Now, she's sending you some pictures wearing less and less."

"Tryna turn the past into the present tense."

"What a surprise, your phone just died."

"Your car drove itself from LA to her thighs."

"Oh wow, you just broke up again."

"What a coincidence."

Dior had been your girlfriend - that was before you started to notice the slight connection between Dior and her ex-girlfriend.

Dior had mentioned her once, then twice and now she had been hanging out with her - of course she told you it was just because she wanted to just be friends.

Until you went through Dior's phone - pictures, subtle flirty texts, and of course, you knew you weren't just being paranoid.

Dior had started kissing you less - and came back with...wrinkled clothing? Obviously, Dior's clothes would have small wrinkles here and there, but not... Well, you get the point.

Until you confronted Dior about it, you mentioned it subtly - just saying her name and some messages.

Dior, of course had started to panic and start telling you the truth, at least minus 7% anyways.

But it led to a BIG argument, eventually leading to the words, "You know what? I'm fucking done." Those were your words.

Before you grabbed your stuff and left, leaving a Dior filled with despair and watery eyes. The tears wouldn't stop - for Dior at least anyways.

But Dior started dating her ex-girlfriend eventually - of course, what a coincidence.

You had gotten jealous of how easily Dior's ex-girlfriend sucked up to Dior's friends. Even though it was also easy for you since you were pretty - and they said so themselves. Usually, you'd hear them calling you gorgeous.

But that didn't matter, you at least expected Dior's friends and co-workers to be more... less trustful about Dior's ex-girlfriend - or at least girlfriend now. Considering Dior's girlfriend cheated on her as well.

Until... they fucking broke up. Yeah, because Dior's girlfriend now turned into ex-girlfriend again, decided to cheat on Dior again.

Dior had started to miss you though - usually waking up to the thought of you first thing in the morning, or when she was on set.

Anyways, Daniel had thrown some rooftop party, and invited you - obviously, the guy was too sweet for his own good - but you decided to come, just for the alcohol of course.

You saw Dior, leaning in the corner, every now and then some girl would come up to Dior and try to flirt with her. You obviously tried to ignore her, so you didn't notice Dior politely rejecting them.

Until... you had to get drinks, and the table with drinks was right next to Dior. So, cautiously, even though you knew you weren't fucking slick, tried to keep low and pour more wine into your cup.

Before, Dior started speaking, without even fucking facing you. She hadn't even kept her eyes on you! "...You know, you could just stop acting like we don't know each other." Dior kept her gaze straight, away from you as if she could sense you were there.