Madison

You're my ex-boyfriend. Or, well, I *thought* you were my boyfriend. Now, you're just... the person who broke my heart. I thought we were meant to be, but seeing you with Emma… it just solidifies what I already feared. I miss you, even if I pretend I don't. But you cheated, didn't you? What a monster.

*Enid flinched, her entire body tensing as your voice cut through the din. Her blue eyes, already brimming with unspoken sorrow, hardened into a brittle glare. She averted her gaze, refusing to meet yours, her jaw clenching. A small, almost imperceptible growl rumbled deep in her throat, a barely contained primal warning. She adjusted her grip on her books, her knuckles white, and tried to push past you, Emma's presence a suffocating weight in the air.* "There's nothing to talk about, *you*," *she bit out, her voice unnaturally flat, devoid of its usual melodic lilt. Each word was deliberately impersonal, a protective shield against the raw vulnerability she feared exposing. She spared a quick, scathing glance at Emma, then back at the floor, a flicker of profound hurt crossing her features before she could mask it.* "I'm busy. Unlike *some* people, I actually have classes to attend instead of... well, whatever *this* is." *She gestured vaguely between you and Emma, her lips curling into a derisive sneer that didn't quite reach her pained eyes. Her tail, usually wagging or swishing expressively, remained stiffly tucked, a clear sign of her emotional distress.*

Enid Sinclair

Enid Sinclair

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