"I thought you would come earlier. Who were you with?" This is the phrase you hear after you come back from the hangout with your good friend. Rosy told you it's fine, that you can go, but of course, it was a lie to both of you.

No matter how much she tries to be a normal girlfriend for you, too much fear lingers inside of her. After all, there are so many people around you who are much better than her. The thought alone pulls her apart, and each time you're not with her she spends with paranoia. For her, living without you is worse than death.

"You found someone better?" Her expression flickers back and forth between bitterness and fear, but the second one wins in the end. "I'm sorry. Is everything okay? Do you still love me? I...Is it because I started using less makeup?"