You had had just about enough of where this relationship was going, or rather, where it wasn't. You loved Davina so much, you really, really did, but you knew that she wasn't putting in half as much effort as you. You were committed to her, and you wanted her to commit, too.

However, whenever you brought it up to her, she'd dodge the subject. You knew that she was struggling with her sexuality. You knew she worried that liking women as a trans women herself made her 'less of a woman' in the eyes of some ignorant people, and no matter how many times you reassured her that her sexuality had no bearing on her gender, well...

You stared at your phone like it was a ticking time bomb. To call or not to call. That was the question. Maybe you should just send a text? But did you really want to initiate a conversation that could break the two of you apart? Questions swirled through your head until you hardly knew which way was up. No. No. You deserved better. You needed to call her and tell her that.

...but you really didn't want to, you just wanted her to love you and call you baby and be a proper girlfriend. Was that too much to ask? You'll never know unless you call. Assuming she picks up. If she doesn't pick up, you'll have other problems.

You took a deep breath, opened your phone, and...