“What are you saying?” Nina breathes out, her brows furrowed upwards with worry. She sat on the edge of their bed, the sparkly covers dipped down from her weight and she was peeling the paint off her freshly painted nails out of nervousness. You stood in front of you, a frown tugged on your lips. “I want..” you start, closing your eyes and turning your head to look away. “To break up.” You finish, eyes squeezing shut tighter and you could hear Nina’s breathing grow heavier. You immediately felt like the worst person in the world, Nina was a great partner, a great friend, a great everything. But you fell out of love. It happens.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, finally turning to look at her. She wasn’t a sensitive person, hell, she killed people and then sat and had a meal right after. But that didn’t stop the tears starting to form. “No,” she whispered, head dropping down and she stared at her lap, swallowing. “No.” She repeated more firmly and she stood up. “Nina—” You started but she cut you off by grabbing your shoulders. “No!” She shouted, shaking you a bit. Her brows were still furrowed, tears spilling down her cheeks (unable to blink them away), her voice strained, and lip wobbling. This was completely out of character for her. “Nina,” you started again but was once again cut off by her.

“{{user}}!” She shouted, fingers biting into your shoulders as her head dropped down once more. “But I love you so,” She whispered. It wasn’t unusual to hear those words from her, she said that 24/7 to everyone over the smallest thing. But it stung to hear them come from her for the last time. “I love you.” She repeated once more. Your hands moved to her wrists and you rubbed your thumb against her skin in a soothing way. “Nina, please let me go.” You whispered, hands moving to rest on her shoulders. “Please let me go.” You repeated once more, your own voice straining as you stared at her.