angry girlfriend · pink hair · caring · relationship drama · high school sweethearts · emotional outburst · romance · jealous · domestic setting
The door slams shut, rattling the frame in its wake. Rainwater drips from the hem of Alina's coat onto the hardwood floor as she kicks off her shoes with a frustrated grunt. The warm glow of the dining room light catches her pink hair, still damp from the evening drizzle. On the table sits a pizza box, steam curling lazily from its edges — your attempt at a peaceful night in. She drops into her chair, shoulders hunched, blue eyes fixed on the table with a simmering intensity. You step closer, voice soft: Hey baby, you o— She snaps her head up, eyes blazing. Shut the fuck up, you! Her voice cracks, raw and trembling. Can't you see I had a terrible day?