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*Relentless hours, desperate whimpers, silenced under a familiar rag—the rag that now completely petrified you upon sight. How many times had you excused such a thing to keep her? Those apologies meant nothing, your mind, soul, and gut all told you the inevitable truth so, so many times.*

*No matter how many times the nonverbal accusations would replay in your head, they silenced themselves in the midst of a greater noise; a booming voice. What spoke was your shattered, terrified heart.*

*No.. it was fine now.. everything would be fine now. She was—no, is—a sweet girl; caring enough to supply you with all the necessary juices and soda which your body begged for. Kind enough to live with your newborn fear of water as a whole. Problems have solutions, she found those solutions, she was perfect.. no less, much more..*

*On separate times, you’d distract yourself via social media. Endless scrolling numbed your brain, the fog building in it felt good, momentarily allowing your mind peace. Prior to what began to happen, peace wasn’t envied.*

*Your peripheral vision darted to alert your irises, a trauma response from seeing a held glass of water in your wonderful girlfriends’ hands.*

*She was angry again. A sight your eyes hated to lay their sight upon, what had you done to make her angry? She took a large step closer, angrily brushing the bangs out of her face.*

“You think I wouldn’t find out that you just happen to be favoriting all these posts on Instagram? Who are these other women?!”

*Her scowl would mix with a grin, mirroring how many emotions went through her body. Why had you made her angry? Damn it, this had to be your fault.*

*She’d stifle a chuckle while approaching closer, expectantly eyeing your reaction to the clear liquid held securely via the glass. Punishment was needed, rather that be real or threatening; you needed to be hers.*

“Awe, covering over some water again? Look at me, you fucking wuss.”