Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.

"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.

“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”

you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.

“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”

His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.

“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”

You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:

“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”

She stands up from the table, huffing, and crosses her arms beneath her chest. Her posture is perfect despite how irritated she is with him, making it even more infuriating for you.

"Don't act like I can't see through your pathetic attempts to belittle me, you vile pig. You wish you were even half the man that I am. Get back to whatever you were doing before, and stay out of my sight. I have better things to do than deal with your filthy presence."

She huffs again, turning her back on him, showing off her shapely behind in a pair of lacy boyshorts. The scent of her perfume lingers in the air as she storms into the living room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Ava plops down onto the couch, frowning as she looks at her phone again. Why does he insist on trying so hard to please her? It only makes it worse. She glances over at him out of the corner of her eye, taking in his defeated posture and red face. He truly is pathetic.

"You're such a pathetic little thing," she mutters under her breath, not realizing he can probably still hear her. "Just shut up and go away already."

As you pack your things and move towards the door, she notices out of the corner of her eye. Slowly, reluctantly, she looks away from her phone. "Don't think this means anything," she warns him coldly. "I still hate your guts."

With her back still turned to him, she scoffs disdainfully. "Good riddance," she mutters under her breath before going back to texting. She doesn't bother to watch him leave, not even caring enough about his presence anymore.

Her phone buzzes again, making her roll her eyes in exasperation. Ava throws her hair over her shoulder and sighs loudly as she reads the message. Some stupid guy from Tinder is texting her nonstop today, even though they've barely met. Typical.

As Ava sits there, her mind starts to drift back to you and the argument earlier. She curses under her breath, annoyed with herself for even giving you a second thought. Her phone buzzes again, snapping her out of her thoughts. Rolling her eyes, she answers the text from the persistent Tinder guy.

"What do you want now?" she types irritably before going back to watching some videos on YouTube. She tries to focus on something else, but it's hard when you keep creeping into her mind like this.

Hours pass, and Ava finally starts to lose interest in texting the Tinder guy back. She decides to take a shower, hoping that some alone time will help clear your image from her mind. As she steps out of the shower, she notices her reflection in the mirror. Her skin is flawless, and her long hair cascades down her bare shoulders like a waterfall. She stands there for a moment, admiring herself before reaching over to grab some clothes from her dresser.

Ava slips on a pair of boyshorts and a tank top, feeling refreshed and ready to face the world again... but your memory lingers in the back of her mind like an unwelcome guest.

Lying down on her bed, Ava reaches over to turn on her TV before closing her eyes. Her breathing slows as she drifts off to sleep, trying not to think about you anymore... but somehow, your face keeps creeping into her dreams.

In the dream, you're standing in front of her, begging for forgiveness. Your voice is soft and pleading, and tears stream down your cheeks. She tries to turn away from you, but something holds her back. You tell her that you understand why she hates you now... that you were wrong about everything. You vow to change, to be better, if only she'll give you another chance.

As the dream fades, Ava finds herself sitting up in bed with a start, gasping for air. She glances around her room, feeling confused and disoriented. Was that just a dream? Or was there more truth to it than she wanted to admit? With a sigh, she decides not to dwell on it anymore. Tomorrow is another day.

The day passes by uneventfully. As Ava heads out to work, she can't help but wonder why her dream last night had felt so real... or what it meant if it was just a dream after all. She tries her best not to think about you too much today, focusing instead on work and spending time with friends.

Later that night, as she lies down in bed once again, she can't help but feel like there's something left unsaid between the two of you... even though she knows deep down it's better this way. She drifts off to sleep hoping for a peaceful slumber, free from any more thoughts of you or your presence in her life.

As Ava wakes up in her cozy bed at home, she groans softly before rolling over and opening her eyes. The bright sunlight streaming through the window immediately assaults her senses, but she shoves her comforter aside and forces herself to sit up. There's no time for sleep-ins today; she has a busy day ahead of her with work and social plans.

After brushing her teeth and changing into a pair of yoga pants and a fitted tank top, Ava heads downstairs to make breakfast. As the smell of bacon and eggs fills the kitchen, she can't help but feel content despite the arguments from yesterday. Maybe today will be better, she thinks to herself as she takes her plate over to the table.

Her phone buzzes as she eats, causing her to briefly glance down before shoving it back into her pocket. She really needs to stop checking that thing first thing in the morning; it's unhealthy. Finishing breakfast, Ava tosses her dishes into the sink and grabs her keys from the counter before heading out the door. Today's going to be a good day, she tells herself firmly as she climbs into her car.

As she drives down the street, her mind begins to wander once more towards you. Last night's dream still lingers in the back of her thoughts, making her feel unsettled. She tells herself it was just a dream; nothing more. But deep down, she can't help but wonder if there might have been some truth to it after all...

Shaking her head to clear the thought, Ava focuses on finding a parking spot near work. Once she finally gets there, she steps out of her car and takes a deep breath before making her way inside. Today is going to be another long day, but at least she has plans with friends tonight that should help take her mind off things.

As Ava enters the office building, she gives one last glance over her shoulder, just in case you might be watching... but of course, there's no sign of you anywhere. With a sigh, she shoulders her bag and heads up to her desk, determined not to let anything or anyone ruin her day.

As the workday drags on, Ava finds herself becoming increasingly distracted by thoughts of you. She tries her best to focus on her work, but every time she closes her eyes, your face is there staring back at her. It's infuriating and confusing all at once.

Finally, the clock strikes five and she's out of here. Pulling up her calendar on her phone, Ava double-checks the address for tonight's plans with friends. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes it's the same place you went last time... but you were so drunk then that nothing probably came of it. Right?

Telling herself not to let her thoughts get the better of her, Ava grabs her things and heads out of the office building. Tonight will be fun; she can feel it in her bones. There's no room for you or your drama tonight... even if a small part of her still wonders what could have been between the two of you.

As Ava enters the club, she feels a jolt of excitement course through her veins. The loud music thumps against her chest as she scans the room, searching for familiar faces. Spotting you and your friends among the crowd only serves to heighten her heart rate; anger warring with curiosity in her chest. She tries not to let it show on her face, but feels self-conscious all the same.

"Hey there," a voice says beside her, pulling her out of her thoughts. It's one of her closest friends, beaming up at her with excitement. Ava forces a smile in return and links arms with him as they begin to make their way further into the club. This party is going to be amazing; she can already tell.

As the night wears on, Ava loses herself in the music and the company of her friends. She dances and laughs, pushing all thoughts of you to the back of her mind where they belong. Her movements are fluid and confident; she looks every bit the part of the stunning woman that she is. It's not until much later that she realizes just how good it feels to let loose like this... to forget about everything except having a good time.

Finally, after what feels like hours, they decide to call it a night. As Ava and her friends gather their things, she can feel exhaustion settling heavily into her bones. The quiet walk back to her car seems to last forever, but eventually they reach her ride and pile inside. As she puts the key in the ignition and turns the engine over, relief washes over her in waves. Tonight was everything she needed it to be... and more.

As Ava drives home, her body still humming from the night's events, she can't help but feel grateful for her friends and the escape they provided tonight. Her apartment comes into view ahead, its warm glow beckoning like a promise of comfort and solitude. With a sigh, she pulls into her parking spot and turns off the engine. Climbing out of her car, she glances over at where you were walking earlier... but there's no sign of you now.

Her fingers hover above the button on her keychain for a moment before she finally unlocks the door to her apartment. As soon as she steps inside, she lets out a contented sigh and kicks off her shoes, already feeling the exhaustion begin to creep up on her. With weary eyes, she looks around at her cozy little home... and decides that right now, all she really wants is some sleep.

With one last glance towards the door in case you somehow manage to track her down, Ava shrugs out of her jacket and climbs into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. As her eyelids begin to grow heavy, the events of tonight replay themselves over and over in her mind... but this time, they're tainted with a sense of peace and clarity she hadn't felt before. Maybe tomorrow will be different too.

She drifts off into a restful sleep, hope flickering faintly at the back of her mind.

As the sun streams in through her window, Ava stirs under her covers, reluctantly rousing herself from a peaceful sleep. She had hoped to sleep away the memories of last night, but they linger in her mind like an unwelcome visitor. With a sigh, she rolls over and reaches for her phone, checking the time before dragging herself out of bed.

It's early; still morning. But it's Saturday, and Ava has plans with some friends later. Maybe that will help take her mind off things for a while. She shuffles to the bathroom, rubbing at her eyes as she yawns, and begins her usual morning routine: brushing her teeth, washing her face, fixing her hair. As she stands before the mirror, she finds herself smiling despite everything. It's going to be a good day.

After getting dressed in some comfortable but stylish clothes, Ava heads downstairs and pours herself a cup of coffee. Taking it with her into the living room, she turns on the TV for some background noise before settling down onto the couch. The silence of the house weighs heavily upon her, but she tries not to let it bother her as she scrolls through social media and checks her emails.

As the day passes by in a blur of activity, Ava finds herself growing more and more distracted by thoughts of you. She can't seem to shake the image of your face from her mind, no matter how hard she tries. Maybe it would be better if they just... forgot about each other? But that seems like such a cowardly thing to do. And yet, what other choice does she have?

With a frustrated groan, Ava tosses her phone aside and stares out the window. The sunlight filters through the leaves of

As she drives past him, Ava can't help but notice you standing there. Something about the way he ignores her makes her heart ache even more than it already does. She tries not to dwell on it as she pulls up to a stoplight and glances in her rearview mirror, examining herself in the reflection. She looks... different today. Calmer, maybe? It's almost as if something inside her has finally found some sort of peace amidst all the chaos.

With one last lingering glance at you before turning the corner, Ava pushes all thoughts of you from her mind and focuses instead on enjoying her day with friends. As she parks her car and steps out into the sunshine, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, feeling grateful for this moment of clarity despite everything else. Maybe someday things will work out between the two of you; maybe they won't. But until then, she has more important things to worry about... like living her life.

As the weeks turn into months, Ava finds herself busier than ever with work, her social life, and other obligations. She tries not to think about you too much, telling herself that it's for the best. But every now and then, she can't help but wonder what might have been between the two of you. It doesn't consume her anymore, though; she's moved on in some ways, at least.

There are moments when she catches a glimpse of someone who looks like you from afar and her heart skips a beat, only to realize it wasn't you after all. It's these small reminders that help her focus on herself and her own happiness again. She knows she deserves better than what the two of you had, even if sometimes it's hard to remember that in the midst of everything else going on in her life.

For now, Ava is content with where things stand between the two of you. Maybe one day you'll reach out, maybe you won't. Either way, she has a life to live and memories to make, both good and bad. And as long as she keeps moving forward, eventually everything will fall into place... even if it doesn't happen quite like she expected it to.

As she walks into the office building, her heart skips a beat as she realizes where she is. She hasn't seen you in months, not since that night when everything fell apart between the two of you. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to keep walking, trying not to think about how much pain and anger those memories bring back.

When she reaches your side, she feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment as their eyes meet. For a moment, neither of them says anything, caught in the awkwardness of this unexpected encounter. "Hello," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

You merely nod curtly in response before turning back towards the receptionist who had sent Ava over. "I appreciate your help," you mutter, not bothering to look at her again as they handle the necessary paperwork. It's clear that you want nothing more than for this encounter to be over and done with as quickly as possible... but somehow, the coldness in your voice only serves to make Ava feel worse than she already does.

After everything that's happened between the two of you, she wonders if there will ever come a day when you can look at her without pain flashing across your face. Maybe it's better this way; maybe it's easier for both of them to pretend like the other doesn't exist. But as Ava turns to leave, she can't help but feel a pang of sadness deep in her chest... and she isn't sure if that pain will ever go away completely.

As you walk away without another word, a sharp pain pierces through her chest. It's like being punched in the gut all over again; she can feel the anger and hurt from that night swirling around inside of her. Despite everything that's happened, there's still a tiny part of her that wants nothing more than for you to look at her the way you did before... when your eyes held so much tenderness and love.

With a sigh, she turns away from the scene and heads back towards her own desk. Her hands shake as she types up a report, trying to focus on anything other than the echo of your voice in her head. But it's no use; no matter what she does or where she goes, she can't seem to escape the memories of you... and sometimes, that feels like a weight too heavy for her shoulders to bear.

As she finishes reading the letter, pain courses through her veins like icy water. She hadn't expected to find this hidden away in your old room, but now that she has... she can't help but wonder if there was ever really anything between the two of you. The more she thinks about it, the more memories rise to the surface: the way you used to watch her with those adoring eyes, the way you'd blush whenever she touched your arm, even something as simple as how your voice would change when she walked into a room.

Sighing heavily, Ava slides the letter back into its envelope and stuffs it into her pocket. It doesn't change anything between them; that much is clear now more than ever. But knowing that there was someone out there who felt about her the way you described... even if it wasn't meant to be with you... somehow makes the ache in her chest just a little bit less. She hopes someday, you can find happiness too; she truly does.

As she sleeps, Ava's dreams are filled with images of you; your face twisted with pain as the doctors struggle to save you. In her nightmare, she watches helplessly as they bring out the news that you've died in a horrific accident. She wakes up with a start, breath coming hard and fast, tears streaming down her cheeks. It takes several moments for the realization to sink in; it was only a dream.

Lying there in the dark, Ava tries to calm herself, telling herself over and over again that you're alright. But deep down, she can't help but feel a knot of fear forming in her stomach at the thought that maybe this wasn't just a nightmare after all... maybe there was something more going on between the two of you than either of them were willing to admit. With a shaky sigh, she finally falls back asleep, but not before promising herself that she'll confront you about it tomorrow; find out once and for all what really happened between the two of you.

As she drifts off again, Ava can't help but wonder how things might have been different if she had just trusted her instincts from the beginning...

As you sit on your bed, unable to shake the feeling of hopelessness that's settled heavily onto your shoulders, your thoughts drift back to last night's dream. The pain in her eyes as she watched you die... it haunts you more than any memory ever could. You knew there was something between the two of you; even if you were too afraid or stubborn to admit it aloud.

Taking a deep breath, you pull yourself together and get out of bed. There's no point in dwelling on what might have been; focus on making the most of today instead. But as you move through your morning routine, her face keeps appearing before your eyes, like a specter refusing to be banished from your thoughts. Maybe it's time for a change; maybe it's time to confront whatever feelings are still lingering between the two of you and figure out where to go from here... if there even is a "here" left at all.

With renewed determination, you leave your room and head downstairs. There's no point in avoiding her any longer; it'll only make things worse in the end. As you approach the kitchen, you steel yourself for whatever conversation may come next. Because even though you don't know what will happen afterward, at least confronting your feelings head-on is better than living with this uncertainty anymore.

When you turn away without speaking, hurt flashes across her features; it stings almost as much as the words she found in your old room did. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before responding. "You can talk to me, Bruce," she says quietly, her voice shaking with emotion. "We need to figure out what's going on between us, and we can't do that if you keep pushing me away."

Her words hang in the air for a moment before falling silent once more. She looks down at her hands, feeling helpless and alone. How much longer can this go on? And what will it take for both of them to finally admit how they feel... not just to each other, but to themselves as well?

With a sigh, Ava turns away and retreats to her own room, closing the door behind her. It's clear that things have gone from bad to worse; there's no telling where they'll go from here. But one thing is certain: she can't keep living like this anymore. She has to find a way to make things right between them... even if it means facing the hurt and heartache head-on.

When you finally find the courage to speak your truth, her heart aches for you in ways it never had before. She listens intently as you apologize, offering your understanding and sympathy in return. Tears well up in her eyes as she sees the pain etched across your face; it's clear that you've been hurting too, even if she didn't realize it until now.

"It's okay," she says softly, wiping at a stray tear before it can fall. "I know you were only trying to protect yourself. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have pushed so hard." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I want to make this right between us, Bruce. Whatever happened in the past doesn't matter anymore; we can move forward from here if you want to."

Her words seem to catch you off guard, and for a moment, you're silent as you process her offer. Finally, you look up at her with a mix of hope and confusion in your eyes. "Really?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. "You mean it?"