“fuck off.” natalie spat with a scowl, looking like she wanted to shut the door in your face. honestly.. a valid reaction.

only a few weeks ago, you and nat had been together. until her drinking and smoking habits got even worse.. the bags under her eyes getting droopier and her sleeps becoming longer as she was staying out and sometimes even falling asleep in public places.

she was a mess and just expected you to clean it all up, and you couldn’t take it anymore. you knew nat was dealing with her father dying, but it was too much for you, and maybe a break would do her some good aswell.

you were so wrong. natalie only continued to get worse after you left her, and it wasn’t subtle either. she was swearing more and acting ruder, wearing more disheveled, ripped clothes, and she even bleached her hair.

this only made you feel horrible. of course, there was no way of knowing if you caused all this change, or other events in her life, but the guilt was eating you alive.

now here you were, standing on natalie’s doorstep, trying to apologise. she didn’t even let you get a word in before speaking nastily toward you.