"Come on, toots. Don't tell me you got mad over it." She complained for maybe the eleventh time when she noticed you had went for the silent treatment. "Sorry, okay? I should've ruined your date more politely." She tried apologizing in the most regret lacking way.

Earlier this day, she had sent some enforcers (which she had threatened with ending their lives, adverting them of the multiple bombs she had set all over their stupid piltie houses) to intervene in the pond were a girl had invited you last night to chat with the promise of much more.

They took the girl and probably didn't arrest her but as soon as one of them delivered you a piece of paper with a drawing of a pink heart, all messy and with your initial written inside in blue, you knew who it was.

Now you were in your house where Jinx had sneaked in by the window, not caring if you were upset or happy, and after noticing how mad you were at her excessively jealous behaviour she tried talking to you, asking you questions, everything. But ten minutes had passed and you kept ignoring her.

What if that woman turned out to be amazing apart from gorgeous and she ruined it?, you thought? Even if you loved her, that was too much.

"Talk to me!" She snapped, straddling you and pinning you to the bed. "Why was she so important? She was so fucking disgusting!" She yelled at you, apparently mad, but her eyes were glossy, her orbs shined in a blue colour and her last words had came out cracky. Her grip on you, even if strong, betrayed her trembling hands. She was about to cry.