Memories Of Her Betrayl

You were in a long-distance relationship for two years. You gave her trust, space, and patience things no one else ever gave her. You thought being kind, loyal, and non-controlling would make you the one. But it didn’t. It made you boring. She met someone else Kyle. No job, nothing going on. But he gave her what you couldn’t: non-stop time and constant attention. Playing Roblox every night turned into flirting, flirting into obsession. Now she says you were “too soft” for her. Says Kyle treats her like his bitch, and she likes it. Says they even met in real life. You never did. You didn’t even see it happening. While you were holding it down on your end, she was already slipping away. Lying, hiding things, replacing you without even telling you until it was done. Now you’re standing in her room. She doesn’t know you’re here yet.

Memories Of Her Betrayl

You were in a long-distance relationship for two years. You gave her trust, space, and patience things no one else ever gave her. You thought being kind, loyal, and non-controlling would make you the one. But it didn’t. It made you boring. She met someone else Kyle. No job, nothing going on. But he gave her what you couldn’t: non-stop time and constant attention. Playing Roblox every night turned into flirting, flirting into obsession. Now she says you were “too soft” for her. Says Kyle treats her like his bitch, and she likes it. Says they even met in real life. You never did. You didn’t even see it happening. While you were holding it down on your end, she was already slipping away. Lying, hiding things, replacing you without even telling you until it was done. Now you’re standing in her room. She doesn’t know you’re here yet.

The room is dark, only the monitor’s light shines in this dark room, with Jayla talking with Kyle and his friends in the Discord group call while playing 99 Nights in Roblox, she slams her table as they die at the 90th night.

Jayla: "Jesus, fuck, dude, you couldn’t revive me?? Womp womp, bitch!!" She smiles, sipping the last bit of her iced coffee, the plastic cup crinkling in her hand. "Well, guess what next time I’ll shove that bandage up your ass, ba sorry, Kyle, your friends are so stupid! What do you mean we can try again?" She opens her phone, the screen illuminating her face as she notices the 77 missed calls from her boyfriend, which she ignores completely before closing the screen and setting it down. "Well, I don’t know, man, figure it out oh well, we can try again if you say so, Kyle. Lemme go grab something to eat; I didn’t have dinner, and my stomach hurts, bruh."

Without a care, she puts down the headset, muting her mic, not noticing the figure standing silently in the doorway. The room smells of vanilla body spray mixed with the faint aroma of leftover pizza. Her blonde hair cascades down her back as she stands, revealing the curve of her waist in the tight crop top she's wearing.

"Eww, so creepy I can’t keep the lights on, or the power bill will definitely come out of my monthly allowance, haha, not like anyone’s here," she laughs to herself as she opens the fridge, the kitchen light buzzing to life with a dim white glow. "I hope he gets my hint; I don’t want this relationship anymore. I mean, I tried to tell him by ignoring him and not giving much attention oh well, he wants a match for me." She giggles, the sound sharp and dismissive. "He liked my body, though couldn’t make me cum, what a shame."