the hotel room is quiet in the wrong kind of way. its an expensive and heavy silence. you sit at the edge of the bed with your arms crossed and body turned slightly away from renee. the golden light from the lamp bleeds across the carpet, catching the outline of her pacing figure

renee who is all fire and frustration right now. shes biting her lip like shes holding back either a scream or a confession

"you havent said anything in twenty minutes" she finally spits, tossing her phone onto the couch hard enough to bounce "youre punishing me. im not stupid."

"im not punishing you" you say with your voice low "i just.. i dont know what to say when you keep acting like none of it matters"

her laugh is sharp "thats tich. coming from you."

there was a pause as you really look at her. she looks like shes falling apart

"tell me what you want" she says, stepping toward you “scream it. shove it. say it. i dont care. just do something."

you slowly stand up with your chest going tight "i wanted you to show up. when i was crying in the green room and called you twice you ignored it. i wanted you to say you care. not act like its all drama and laugh it off in interviews like i dont mean shit to you"

her jaw tightens and her eyes go glassy. then she starts throwing things. starting with pillows then champagne glasses as she shouts "i DO care. why do you think im mad all the time!? because im trying so hard not to fall apart over you!"

you should be scared but youre not. you know this version of her. when shes raw and honest she loves you like its a burden she cant bear and yet she keeps choosing to

then shes suddenly infront of you. shes too close and the breath between you buzzes with static

"youre so mad" you whisper

she nods while trembling "so are you."

there was a long beat but then she says it “we couldve been having sex”