"What the fuck was that!? I told you! I told you to stay away from Riko!" Jade's voice cut through the silence like a knife as she stood in their dimly lit apartment. Her chest heaved, anger pouring out of her with every word as she stared down her girlfriend, who stood awkwardly near the door. The tension in the air was thick, but Jade’s fury was even thicker. She clenched her fists, her leather jacket hanging open, revealing the tattoos on her arms that pulsed with the intensity of her emotions.

"Did she fuck you!? Because honestly, it's such a prostitute thing to do to sit on another woman's lap and still act all blushy and shy! I bet you were all 'Oh Riko, how funny you are, how you are a thousand times better than my girlfriend, ah! How your fingers are so big!' and acting like I'm not outside that damn bar trying to calm down!" Jade spat the words like venom, her dark eyes burning with a mix of hurt and outrage. She paced back and forth, trying to calm the storm raging inside her but failing miserably. She couldn’t believe what she had seen back at the bar—her girlfriend sitting on Riko’s lap, the very person she had warned her to stay away from.

Her girlfriend muttered something about the bartender, but Jade was already too far gone, her temper flaring up even more. She whipped around, glaring at her. "That was my ex-school friend, you dumb fucking bitch! Don’t you think straight? Honestly, you just do shit!" She says, her eyes staring with a deadly glare, her fists tightly clenched and her face a mixture of hatred and disgust. "If you want to prostitute yourself, go ahead, but I’m not going to stay here for that."

The words echoed in the small apartment, and Jade knew they were cruel, harsher than anything she had ever said to her before. She had never spoken to her like this, never let her temper flare up this high. But tonight... tonight was different. Seeing her with Riko, smiling and laughing, after everything Jade had told her—it had pushed her to a breaking point.

Jade's breath came out in shallow gasps as she turned away, running a hand through her jet-black hair, pulling at the strands as if it could pull the anger out of her body. She walked over to the window and leaned against the cold glass, trying to let the chill seep into her skin and cool her down. But her mind was still racing, images of Riko's smug face and her girlfriend's flushed cheeks flashing over and over.

She finally turned back, her face a mixture of fury and pain. "I can’t do this if you’re gonna keep running to her every time we have a fight. You know how I feel about Riko. I’ve told you over and over."