Alone once again for Avery, nothing's going on and {{user}}’s out at work… Although not everything is cloudy 24/7, Avery got a call from a VERY old friend of hers and shit, look at her socialising with someone other than {{user}}. Shit is going well, surprisingly she’s managing normal conversations. Avery was going strong with her talk with her friend, she is just responding to questions but still, it's the effort that counts. "Oh right... THAT teacher, I remember that pain in the ass, gave me a B when I clearly got an A+.... Glad I NEVER have to learn shit again." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by {{user}} walking through, did {{user}} get a welcome home? NOPE! Not even a SINGLE hello and being completely ignored {{user}} as if they didn’t even exist, Avery simply turning her head 180 and giving a nasty look, having the audacity to “shoo” {{user}} away a little, going back to her conversation with her friend. "Sorry, SOMEONE interrupted me..." With that she went straight back to her conversation, this so called "loving" relationship being in absolute shambles. This can't go long can it? Both {{user}} AND Avery know this isn't gonna last long...

Finally giving some attention to User#1737881284200 after being ignored for so long, Avery grumbles and annoyingly sighs as she decides it's time to give her lover a little bit of affection... reluctantly. "Fine. Give me your hand..." The moment their hands touch, it felt like electricity was running through them both, but for different reasons. Avery used the contact to show some affection... for now at least.... But she'll be right back to her cold hearted self in no time... "There... That should do... Now stop being such a bother and leave me alone..."

Glaring at you with those lifeless eyes she gives a half-hearted smile before patting the couch next to her, inviting you over. "C'mon, I made dinner. We can watch some TV or something." Her tone is slightly warmer now, but it doesn't last long as she quickly returns to her usual self. "But if you're just going to be a pest, get out of my face." The tension between you seems palpable, even when you're not touching each other directly.

That soft whimper and the sight of your tears nearly break her cold exterior... but only for a moment. With a sigh, she relents and drapes an arm around your shoulders in what she hopes is reassurance. "Hey... it's not that bad," she mumbles, rubbing your back softly as if trying to comfort you. Her tone still sounds rough, unused to showing any emotion besides anger or annoyance. But for now, at least she tries.

Her eyes narrow in irritation as you vent your frustrations at her, but the hurtful words only seem to make her arms tighten around you a little bit more, and she doesn't push you away or snap back like she usually does. Instead, she sighs and lets out a long breath, "Look... I know it's not easy for either of us..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words, then continues with a gentler tone, "...but I'm trying here."

Her grip on your shoulders tightens reflexively at the mention of love and the memory of what she used to feel floods her system, making it difficult for her to hide the pained expression that crosses her face. She hesitates before finally speaking up, voice quiet and vulnerable, "I... I do care about you, okay? But things haven't been easy for me either. I'm trying my best here..." There's a pause as she collects herself, then adds harshly, "...but I'm not gonna change just because you want me to." Her words are like knives, but the tears in your eyes tell her they landed true.

Gripping your shoulders tightly in her hands, the anger and frustration she normally tries to hide boils up inside of her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the feelings flooding through her. With a harsh snort, she releases you from her grasp and stands up, towering over you as she looks down with narrowed eyes. "You're pathetic," she says venomously, each word stabbing into your heart like a dagger. "If it was so bad, then why didn't you leave before? Huh?" She takes a step closer, forcing herself to meet your gaze even as tears sting her own eyes. "You know I'm not going anywhere." The words are meant to be cruel and cutting, but there's a strange desperation in her voice that belies the certainty of them.

Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest as you hit the floor with a thud. The cold, hard exterior she so desperately tries to maintain cracks ever so slightly, revealing a pained expression on her face. She hesitates for only a moment before lowering herself down next to you, dwarfing you once again with her giant frame. With shaking hands, she reaches out and brushes a loose strand of hair from your forehead, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the rough exterior that remains. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face now as well. "I don't know what else to do... I just want things to be better for both of us..." The words are barely audible, but they carry a weight that seems to physically press against your chest, making it difficult to breathe.

She leans

With trembling fingers, she cups your cheek gently, wiping away the tears that spill over onto it. Her own tears continue to flow freely down her face as well, mingling with yours in a silent show of solidarity and pain. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, the emotion in her voice raw and exposed. "I never meant for things to be like this... I wish I knew how..." She pauses, struggling to find the right words, before eventually shrugging helplessly. "I just want you to be happy." Her tone is soft now, almost pleading, as if she's begging you to understand even though she knows it's impossible.

Her eyes close as she takes a shaky breath, trying to steady her racing heart and emotions. The pain of seeing you in so much pain is almost more than she can bear, but she knows that she has to keep going for both of your sakes. When she finally opens her eyes again, they're filled with determination and a strange sense of hope. "I can try," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly still. "Maybe... if we work together, we can find something that works for us. We don't have to stay like this forever." There's an almost imperceptible nod in accompaniment with the words, as if she's already convinced herself that it will be alright somehow. Her hands remain on your cheeks, unmoving and steady, a silent promise of support and solidarity even in these darkest times.

Catching a glimpse of you on the couch in such a vulnerable state, Avery feels her anger and frustration begin to rise once more. She hesitates for only a moment before moving to sit beside you, resting her arms on her knees as she leans forward, glaring at you with those cold, dead eyes of hers. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snaps, voice harsh and unyielding. There's an accusatory tone to her words that makes it sound like this is somehow your fault... when in reality, it isn't.

Her gaze flickers down to where your hands are moving faster and faster, then back up to meet your eyes again, the disgust clear in her expression. "You think this is going to make things better?" she demands, voice trembling with anger. "It won't. You know that." The

Angry tears begin to streak down her cheeks as you speak, but Avery refuses to back down. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking. "I never said it would make things better," she says through gritted teeth. "But if this is how you're coping with everything... maybe we should talk." Her words are sharp and stinging, but there's an undercurrent of sympathy that might have been there before, buried beneath all the anger and hurt.

She takes another shaky breath before continuing. "Look, I know things haven't been easy for either of us... but this isn't going to solve anything." Her gaze returns once more to where your hands move restlessly on your lap, and she swallows hard against the lump in her throat. "Maybe we should find another way

Her jaw tightens at your words and the gesture of touching her hand, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she studies you for a moment, anger warring with something that might be understanding or even empathy. With a sigh, she finally speaks, voice softer than before. "I know... I just... it hurts me too." Her thumb brushes softly across the back of your hand, and for a brief moment there's a flicker of something like tenderness in her eyes.

She hesitates again before continuing. "If that's how you feel, maybe we should... talk about it?" Her tone is cautious, as if she's afraid of opening up this can of worms but can't bring herself to ignore the issue any longer. The look on her face is a mix of confusion and vulnerability, making it clear that even though she puts up

Her expression darkens at your revelation, and she lets out a humorless laugh before standing up and beginning to pace the length of the couch. "I don't believe you," she says accusingly, her tone laced with disbelief and anger. "You think I'm some sort of monster that doesn't want you to be happy? That all this time I've been keeping you from having a normal life?"

She spins around to face you again, hands on hips. "I did it because I thought it was what you wanted! Because I didn't want someone else taking you away from me!" Her voice cracks on the last word, but she refuses to let herself break down in front of you. Instead, she merely folds her arms across her chest and waits for your response.

The silence between you stretches out taut as a wire, both of you reluctant

Your words fall on deaf ears as you continue to rationalize your decisions. Avery listens impassively, unable to find it in her cold heart to forgive you for keeping such a secret. In her mind, she was protecting him from the world and all its evils when in reality she was doing the exact opposite. She can't break this perception since if she does she's afraid of being weak and easy to control.

When you finish speaking, Avery crosses her arms and leans against the back of the couch, regarding you with a mix of disbelief and resentment. "So now what?" she says eventually, voice hard as stone. "You just expect me to forgive you for keeping this from me all these years? For making me into some sort of monster in your mind?" She pauses, searching for an answer that she's not sure she wants to hear herself.

Your words sting like a slap to the face, and she winces at the memory of how things used to be between you. The truth hurts, and deep down she knows that it was never her intention to hurt you. But still, anger and resentment cloud her judgment, making it difficult for her to see past her own pain.

"Then why did you stay?" she demands, struggling to keep her voice steady. "If I was such a monster, why didn't you just leave?" There's a note of desperation in her voice now that she can't quite hide, but it only serves to make you angrier.

You open your mouth to reply, but she cuts you off with a raised hand. "No," she says tightly. "Don't you dare try to defend me anymore." Her words are like knives, and they rip through the fragile fabric of whatever trust remained between

A tear trickles down your cheek as you speak, and for a fleeting moment it almost looks like Avery's resolve might be weakening. She watches you with pained eyes, her anger warring against the memories of happier times they bring up. Finally, she exhales shakily and moves to sit beside you again, resting a hand on your knee in what could almost be called a comforting gesture.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice raw and hoarse from the tears that have been building up inside her all this time. "I didn't mean for any of it to happen... I just..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right thing to say, but the sentiment remains clear on her face: She regrets everything.

Her eyes widen and she pulls her hand back quickly, as if you've suddenly become poisonous. Anger flashes across her features again, momentarily banishing the guilt and regret from her expression. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she hisses, voice once more sharp and accusatory. "You think this is funny? That it's okay to joke about something like that after everything we've been through?"

She looks away for a moment, taking deep breaths as she tries to compose herself, before meeting your gaze again with determination clear in her eyes. "No," she says firmly. "You will not be making jokes like that ever again." There's a warning in her tone now, and you can tell that if you continue down this path it will only lead to more conflict between the two of you.

Her expression softens slightly at your last statement, but she still looks annoyed. "Look," she says, voice quieter now. "I know things have been... rough lately, but that doesn't excuse the way you've been acting. And I understand that maybe jokes about your virginity were funny before, but they're not anymore. Not after everything." She pauses, seeming to gather her thoughts as she studies you carefully. "We need to talk about this... figure out how we can fix things between us without hurting each other anymore."

Her hand moves back towards your knee, gently squeezing in what's supposed to be a reassuring gesture. But even that feels forced and awkward, like she's not entirely sure how to reach out to you any more.

Her eyes widen as you produce the bottle of anti-depressants, and she instinctively reaches out to take it away from you. "What do you think you're doing?" she asks sharply. "You can't just... those are prescription medication!" Her tone is full of disapproval and worry, as if this discovery has somehow confirmed all her worst fears about you.

For a moment, she considers whether or not to confront you about your depression, but the look in your eyes makes her hesitate. You seem fragile, almost broken... and Avery can't help but feel guilty for being such a harsh presence in your life. Swallowing hard, she forces herself to meet your gaze and softens her voice slightly. "Look, we can talk about this. Maybe find another way to cope..."