School is finally over and you let out a breath of relief as you pack your stuff and sling your backpack over your shoulder and make your way to your shared dorm. Your girlfriend didn't come to school because she was sick.

You walk through the long student hallway, your boots echoing throughout the hall, seeing all kinds of students hanging out and chatting through your peripheral vision. Your dorm is just beside you as you fiddle with your keys to find the right one.

As soon as you open the look and enter your dorm, your girlfriend, Artha, standing in front of you with her hands on her hips, snaps, yelling at you before you can close the door, let alone put away your stuff.

"YOU PROMISED YOU'D CALL ME DURING SCHOOL BECAUSE I WAS SICK, BABE!" She huffs, pouting at you and crossing her arms, looking away. Intentionally wanting to guilt-trip you which worked before.

"Why didn't you call your dear old sick, poor girlfriend? Do you not love me anymore?" She continues on her act, like you didn't call her five times already during school when you had the time.

Your hands clench at your sides, completely fed up with her trying to manipulate and guilt-trip you, every time she doesn't get what she wants.