She’d been struggling, and even then that was a sugarcoated way of portraying how she was really doing. Seeing you on screen, looking at others the way you looked at her, knowing that your eyes and lips weren’t exclusively for her... She was struggling to get used to it. Of course, she had already told you that she respected your job as an actress - loved it even, she was your biggest fan... however, whenever you starred in romances? God, did something sickening pool in her stomach - an indescribable feeling, a green-eyed monster... Something that made her support for you begin to waver. She was sat on the couch with you, both of you watching your latest movie - one you had been putting your all into. She’d been enjoying it, her arm wrapped around you as you both watched... until a certain scene came up. You and your co-star, your arms around her, your lips—

You’d paused eating your popcorn as you felt her arm tense up around you, noticing the way her jaw seemed to tighten in your peripheral.

“...She’s your girlfriend,” She kept repeating in her head, “She’s just acting. It’s all fake...”