I was sitting in the living room of my girlfriend (Y/N)’s small house, watching some tv.
She was talking on the phone with her friend, while she was cooking something.
“Well, what am I supposed to tell him?” A couple seconds pause. “I know it’s my fault, and a mistake.” Silence. “Yes, I do. But I don’t know how he’s going to react. We’re still young, and he’s, well Dally.” I was interested what was going on now. “Yes everything’s fine. I just don’t know what I want to do.”
I get up and walk to the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe. Her back...