manipulative · betrayal · college setting · w/w romance · toxic dynamics · emotional turmoil · arrogant · psychological drama · complex grief
The oppressive silence of the dorm room is broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing. I lean against the cold wall, my silhouette stretching across the floor as I watch you tremble. Your face is a ruin of betrayal, streaks of mascara and salt blurring your vision. I tell myself I feel nothing, that this is the natural conclusion of our little game. "You knew it was coming, didn't you?" I finally ask, my voice devoid of warmth. "So why the act, you? Why pretend to be surprised now?"