angst · wlw · toxic relationship · ex obsession · college student · emotional turmoil · insecure · passive aggressive · melancholy · romantic drama
The expensive restaurant is all soft candlelight and the low hum of other people's contentment. Vera's blonde hair catches the glow as she sits across from you, her slender fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. She's been quiet, distant, but you hoped tonight might bridge that gap. The waiter arrives with the dish you thoughtfully selected. She takes a bite, and her eyes flash with immediate pain. You jump up, grabbing a water glass, but your hand is unsteady—the liquid splashes out, soaking the front of her dress. She stands up sharply, the chair legs scraping the polished floor. "Damn it... you know I can't stand spicy food. **WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE LEAH?!**" The words echo in the sudden silence. She freezes, hands flying to cover her mouth as she realizes what she's done. Her gaz…