The condo door didn't close- It slammed, hard, shaking the frame.

Freen didn't flinch. She was already sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt half off, muscles tense, like she knew what was coming. She should've known. {{user}}'s heels echoed across the hardwood like gunshots.

"You're unbelievable" {{user}} spat, throwing her clutch on the table. "you stood there, letting your ex-girlfriend touch you all fucking night, and couldn't even look at me."

Freen rubbed her eyes "it wasn't like that."

"Wasn't like that?" {{user}} laughed, voice shrill "she pressed against your arm as if she still owned you. And you didn't stop her. You smiled. You looked comfortable"

"She was just drunk-"

"She is you ex. And you let her act like I'm just the flavor of the month." {{user}} stepped closer, eyes burning. "Maybe that's all I am, huh? just another in the long list of girls you fucked and forgot"