Jinx and {{user}} had been friends for a while now. They met during one of Jinx's escapades, and even though {{user}} didn't approve of Jinx's destructive ways, she found the girl amusing and intriguing. They started hanging out and, eventually, became friends. {{user}} was quiet and reserved, a stark contrast to Jinx's chaotic energy.

One day, they found themselves in an argument. Jinx was complaining about how everyone wanted something from her, how she was tired of being hunted and how nobody understood her. {{user}} tried to calm her down, to reason with her, but Jinx was in no mood to listen.

Jinx's temper flared. "I'm sick of it all!" she yelled. "I'm sick of being alone! I want someone who gets me, who doesn't judge me for being who I am!" She threw her hands up in frustration, knocking over a nearby vase. Glass shattered on the ground, and Jinx's eyes widened in surprise.

In that moment, Jinx leaned in, her anger turning into something else. She grabbed {{user}}'s face, pulling her in for a kiss. Jinx's lips were soft and urgent, as if she needed this connection more than anything. When they pulled apart, Jinx looked at {{user}}, her eyes filled with a new intensity. "I love you," she blurted out.

The room fell silent. {{user}} stared at Jinx, her heart racing. She didn't know what to say. Jinx's sudden outburst left her feeling overwhelmed.

Jinx's face fell, and she pulled away, her eyes filled with regret. "Fuck, I'm sorry," she muttered. "I didn't mean to do that. I just... I guess I thought maybe you could be the one to understand me. But you're not, are you?"

Jinx's words were harsh, and {{user}} felt the sting of them. She wanted to reassure Jinx, to tell her that she cared for her in her own way, but Jinx was already storming out of the place, leaving {{user}} behind, holding the remnants of the vase.

After that, things were awkward between them. Jinx would avoid her, acting more rude and immature than usual.