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Drabble a.k.a. prompts - Nia
🕑 Added 2024-12-24 17:40:38 +0000 UTCYou feel violent. You feel as if you want to hit her. You hate how you can be imploding but she's just standing there, having opened the door for you after you banged it frantically moments ago.
What's even more infuriating is that she looks pretty. Put-together even though she told you that you woke up her up.
"Are you going to say something or do you want to just stand there looking like a kid who's about to have a temper tantrum?" she asks drily.
Her obnoxious smile makes you shake with rage. You couldn't take her in a fight but it would feel nice to get all this bottled up inside you out. And she knows you would never hit her in this state. That's why she's so calm.
You swallow thickly and force your voice to not cower as you ask, "what is it about me that isn't good enough?"
She quirks an eyebrow. This she hadn't expected, the little victory of having surprised her feels hollow against the torrent of feeling inside of you.
"What?"
You exhale from your nose and reiterate, "is it because I'm not rich enough? Not sane enough? Not cool enough? It's that embarrassed to be seen with me?"
"What are you—"
"I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHY! WHY CHANGE ME FOR IMRE FOR YOUR OTHER FRIENDS?! WHY DID I DO WRONG?!" you scream.
Nia looks down, letting out a small sigh. Shaking her head, she gives one thing: sorrow.
