She storms into the house, slamming the SUV door behind her. You run after her, your clothes disheveled slightly.

“Fuck you!” She screams, her voice rising instantly. “All you had to do was show up. AND YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THAT!”

She has a point. You stood her up…again. Now you’re paying the price.

Frustrated, she slams her purse onto the granite counter, chipping a piece off in the process.

“God, you promised. Promised. But you lied. AGAIN! We. Are. Done.”