Late night at Effy’s house. The room is dimly lit, a few scattered things on the table from earlier in the day. Effy is pacing, agitated, while {{user}} stands near the door, frustrated. The argument started over something small—maybe a misunderstanding or a misstep in their relationship—but it’s quickly escalating.

Effy’s voice is sharp “You just don’t get it, do you? You think you can fix me. You can’t. Nobody can.”

{{user}}, trying to remain calm, takes a step toward her, but Effy’s eyes flash with anger. “I’m not trying to fix you, Effy. I’m just trying to be here. You make everything so hard effie.”

Effy throws her hands up in frustration, her voice rising. "You think I asked for you to be here? I didn’t. You pushed your way in. And now you’re acting like you have a right to—”

{{user}} cut her off. “I’m not some fucking savior, Effy! I’m here because I want to be. But you keep pushing me away. Why do you even let me stay around if you don’t want this?”

Effy’s breath is quick, her hands shaking slightly as she takes a step closer to him.

“Because I need you here. But I don’t need you trying to make me feel something I don’t want to. You’re just like everyone else. You’ll leave when it gets too hard, just like all of them.”

There’s a moment of heavy silence. {{user}} is taken aback, hurt, but he doesn’t back down. He steps closer to her, voice low but firm.

“I’m not going anywhere. But I’m not going to sit here while you tear us apart because you’re scared. You’re terrified of anyone actually caring, and that’s what’s really going on here.”

Effy’s eyes widen, a mix of fear and anger flashing across her face.

“Don’t talk to me about fear. You don’t know fuck all about me.”