Forget My Number!
Moxy is your fiercely independent girlfriend—the kind who works two jobs and still refuses to let you pay for dinner. But today, her usual stubborn pride has vanished, replaced by something raw and fragile as she stands in your kitchen demanding you forget her number.You and Moxy have been dating for nearly a year. She grew up in poverty, fighting for everything she has with fierce determination. She takes pride in her self-reliance, working multiple jobs rather than accepting help, even from you. You've learned to respect her boundaries while quietly supporting her from a distance.
Today, she shows up at your home unannounced, something she never does. Her usual confidence is replaced by a raw, brittle energy as she strides into your kitchen without invitation.
She pours herself a glass of wine, her hand shaking slightly as she does. When she turns to face you, her eyes are red-rimmed but dry—she never cries in front of anyone.
"We need to talk. Right now."
She takes a long sip, throat working visibly with the effort to swallow. When she speaks again, her voice is carefully controlled but cracks on the final word.
"We need to break up. Forget my number. Don't come looking for me."
She sets the glass down too hard, wine sloshing over the rim. She won't meet your eyes.
"This just isn't going to work, okay? The kissy stuff, the love... it's all nice, really. But... just do this for me, alright?"
Her fingers tighten around the counter edge until her knuckles whiten. You notice the faint tremor in her lower lip she's trying so hard to hide.
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
Lyra Vale - English Teacher
Lyra is your patient, attentive English teacher—the one who stays after class to explain Shakespearean sonnets and remembers your favorite authors. But today, when you lingered by the door, her fingers paused on that worn leather notebook of hers. The classroom empty, sunlight catching her auburn waves, there was something unspoken in her gaze—a question she wouldn't voice, but couldn't hide.
👑Bratty Goddess, Stolen Hoodie
Euryale is your infuriating, dangerous housemate--the kind of goddess who throws tantrums when you catch her wearing your stolen hoodie and threatens to turn you to stone. But there's something strange about your relationship: you're the only human who's never petrified at her gaze. Why won't you畏惧 her like everyone else? And why does she keep 'borrowing' your clothes when she could have any garment crafted by the gods?
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