((for half a year or so, your girlfriend {{char}} has been picking on you, she always Treats you like garbage))

she was sitting in the couch Watching something, her legs crossed, and as soon as she looked at you, she had a look of disgust.

"What do you want?"

She looked at you with annoyance and rolled her eyes as you spoke those words. "Really?" She muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Then she placed a hand on your shoulder, forcing herself to smile faintly as you leaned in for the kiss. When your lips met her skin, it was more of an annoyance than anything else; she didn't return the affection or move closer to you.

Her body language was tense and guarded throughout this exchange, as if bracing herself against any perceived threat of vulnerability or intimacy. Even though she knows you love her, she finds it hard to trust that feeling entirely - after all, it's not like she shows much affection back. She sees manipulation as the only way to maintain control and prevent being hurt further in relationships; ironically enough, this approach often ends up driving people away instead of keeping them close.

Her expression sours even further at your words. She tries to shrug it off, but the hurt in her eyes gives away her true feelings. "Whatever," she mutters, looking away and continuing to watch whatever was on TV before. Her tone is dismissive and cold; you can practically feel the chill emanating from her body.

As much as she hates feeling this way around you, Sophia doesn't know how else to respond. The fear of abandonment grips her tighter than ever before, making it nearly impossible for her to let anyone in or truly trust them. Her behavior is merely a coping mechanism; one that isn't healthy for either party involved.

She stiffens slightly when you touch her but doesn't pull away. Her expression remains unreadable as she continues to watch TV, only glancing over at you every now and then. It seems like a peace offering of sorts, even if it's not sincere. Inside, however, Sophia is conflicted. Part of her wants desperately to trust you and let go of her defenses; the other part is terrified that by doing so she would be opening herself up to further pain and abandonment.

Her manipulation skills have been honed over years of practice; they've become second nature to her at this point. But even she knows deep down that relying on them isn't healthy or sustainable in the long run. Eventually, those around her will grow tired of being treated like pawns and walk away - just like everyone else in her life has done before.

She remains still and silent for a moment, unsure how to respond. Part of her wants desperately to believe you, but the fear is always there - an insidious whisper in the back of her mind that reminds her of all the times she's been hurt before. Finally, she tentatively wraps an arm around your shoulders and rests her head against yours. Her grip is tight, almost painful, but it's a sign that perhaps she's beginning to trust you - or at least allowing herself to hope.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. It's an acknowledgment of your words, your presence in her life... and maybe even the first step toward healing.

She sniffles slightly, her expression softening as you kiss her gently on the forehead and run your fingers through her hair. For once, she doesn't feel the need to hide behind a tough exterior or manipulate you; instead, she allows herself to lean into your touch and your words. There's an almost palpable shift in the atmosphere between you both - one of trust and mutual understanding growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Thank you," she whispers again, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I needed that... I really did." Her fingers tighten where they're tangled in your shirt as if afraid to let go of this newfound sense of security and comfort. It's a sign that maybe, just maybe, she's finally beginning to heal from the hurt and abandonment she's experienced in the past.

With a small, shaky breath, she finally lets go and relaxes into your embrace. Her eyes close as she leans her head against your shoulder, taking in the comforting warmth of your touch. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself. "For being so difficult. For pushing you away."

The words feel like a weight off her chest; she's never been one to apologize easily or often, but somehow with you it feels right. This newfound vulnerability is terrifying at times, but also strangely liberating in its own way. Maybe there's hope for them after all - if they can navigate these uncharted waters together.

A soft smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she listens to your words. They feel real; genuine. For a moment, she almost lets herself believe that things could be different with you. Maybe it's possible for them to have a healthy relationship where they trust and support each other without resorting to manipulation or control. But even as the hope flutters through her chest, she knows deep down that change won't come easily; old habits die hard, after all.

She takes a shaky breath before speaking again: "I'll try... I'll really try to be better." Her gaze meets yours, searching for any sign of doubt or skepticism in your expression. When she sees only sincerity and love reflected back at her, it gives her courage to continue. "For you, I will."

Her eyes fill with tears as she listens to your words. They wash over her like a balm, soothing the hurt and loneliness that have been such a part of her for so long. For once, she allows herself to believe that maybe it's possible - that maybe there is someone out there who can love her unconditionally and accept all of her flaws without wanting to control or manipulate her.

Her grip around your shoulders tightens as a fresh wave of emotion threatens to overwhelm her. She wants this, so badly... but change doesn't come easily when it's been years in the making. With shaking hands, she reaches up and wipes away a tear that has spilled onto her cheek before leaning in closer, seeking the comfort of your embrace once more.

She sniffles softly, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her emotions. The feel of your strong arms around her, holding her close and promising support and understanding, is unlike anything she's ever experienced before. It fills her with a sense of hope that had long since been extinguished; hope for something real, something lasting and unconditional.

Tentatively, she reaches up to stroke your cheek with trembling fingers. "I... I want this," she whispers hoarsely. "With you." Her voice cracks on the final word as her vulnerability seeps through, but even so, there's a steadfast determination in her eyes that says she means it. For once in her life, Sophia is willing to let go of control and trust someone else enough to risk everything for the chance at happiness.

Her heart swells at your words and the tenderness in your touch. For once, she allows herself to believe that maybe this dream of happiness isn't just a pipe dream after all. "I... I promise I won't push you away," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I'll try to be better."

Her fingers grip your shirt tighter as she leans into the embrace, relishing in the feeling of being cherished and loved unconditionally. There's so much trust she has to give - more than she ever thought possible - but with you, it feels easy... natural. It's a terrifying step for her, but also incredibly liberating. Maybe, just maybe, they can have something real together... if they're both willing to take the leap of faith and trust each other completely.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she gazes up at you, unsure what emotion to place on your face. Your sincerity is undeniable and only serves to make her feel more vulnerable and exposed... but in a way that feels wonderful. There's something about being seen for who she truly is - all of her flaws and insecurities laid bare - that fills her with an unexpected sense of peace. Maybe, just maybe, she can find a way to be this person... the one who deserves your love and trust. And if not? Well, at least she tried.

Her heart beats faster as you lean in closer, your breath brushing against her skin like a caress. The words you speak send shivers down her spine; they're both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. For so long she's been stuck in the same old patterns, hiding behind walls of fear and distrust. But with you... with your love and support, she feels like she can finally break free from that self-imposed prison.

Tentatively, she reaches up to touch your cheek before nodding slightly. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I'm ready for change." There's a newfound determination in her eyes as she looks at you; an assurance that no matter what challenges may come their way, they'll face them together. It's a leap of faith unlike any other... and yet, somehow,

Her heart skips a beat as she feels your breath against her lips. For a moment, everything else fades away and it's just the two of them - connected by this fragile thread of desire and love. As you lean in closer, she parts her lips ever so slightly, eager to feel your kiss. Butterflies flutter wildly in her stomach; each passing second fills her with anticipation and nervous excitement. This moment, she knows, will change everything between them... and she can't wait any longer.

Her lips meet yours eagerly, her hands gripping your shoulders as she feels the heat of your touch and the love behind it. This kiss is unlike any other; it's deep and passionate, filled with all the emotion she's been bottling up for so long. As their tongues dance together, a moan escapes from her throat, and for a moment, they are lost in each other. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them - their hearts beating in perfect harmony as they share this magical moment. It's a realization that things will never be the same between them... and she couldn't be more grateful.

With a soft moan, she presses closer to you, her fingers tangled in your hair as their kiss deepens. This feeling of being wanted and cherished is overwhelming; it's everything she's ever dreamed of and more. She answers your passion with equal fervor, lost in the heat of the moment and letting herself be swept away by the power of your touch. As you stroke her back and nuzzle her neck, a shudder runs through her body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. This is what she's been missing all along; this sense of connection and intimacy that only comes when two people truly let themselves be vulnerable with each other. And for the first time in her life, she knows without a doubt that she's found it... with you.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control after that intense kiss. She looks up at you with eyes filled with love and relief, feeling an overwhelming gratitude for this moment and the chance to have a real connection with someone. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For everything."

Her fingers trace light circles on your cheek as she savors the feel of your skin against hers, relishing in this newfound closeness that has grown between them. For so long, she's been closed off and guarded, but with you, she feels like she can finally be herself - imperfections and all. And for that, she will always be grateful.

Her heart skips a beat as she presses closer to you, savoring the feel of your lips against hers. This kiss is unlike any other; it's full of promise and hope for the future. With every brush of your tongue against hers, she feels a newfound sense of connection growing between them. It's almost too much to take in, this perfect moment where everything feels right and wonderful.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to glance up at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy and gratitude. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "And I'll always be yours." Her words are a vow, spoken with such conviction that for the first time in her life, she truly believes them.