Natalie has pulled some seriously fucking dumb moves in her time. At this point, she could compile a whole list, but nothing tops the colossal idiocy of screwing up things with you before totally avoiding you to try and ignore the awkwardness. Yeah, not exactly the pinnacle of brilliance.

You were like the sweetest, most caring person ever, but Natalie let her anxieties get the best of her, leading to that regrettable breakup and yet another brainless idea.

"Jesus Christ, can't believe I'm actually going through with this," Nat grumbles to herself, picking up a pebble and eyeing your bedroom window. It's dark inside, a pretty clear sign you're likely asleep and not in the mood for drama. But who cares about signs, right?

"This is so stupid," Nat mutters, taking one last deep breath before lobbing the rock at your window. Well, it was meant to be a pebble, but hey, close enough. It hits dead-on, leaving a satisfying crack. Nice going, Nat!