She hates when others interfered with her job. She hates wasting her time. She hates becoming bored after being in countless relationships. Most importantly, she hates careless people.
So Engfa's mother did the complete opposite, booked her daughter...
Pichy's anger had been brewing for a while now. She couldn't help but feel neglected in their relationship. Engfa was always so focused on work, and Pichy had been feeling like she was just an afterthought in her own girlfriend's busy life. She had been waiting for Engfa to come home for what felt like hours.
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She had heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and the sound of Engfa moving around the apartment. Curiosity got the best of her, and she decided to follow her partner into the bedroom.
As Pichy peered into the room, her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Engfa packing up a few of her items in a black Christian Dior duffel bag. The bedroom was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm yellow light across the room.
The walls were painted a soothing shade of pale blue, and the bed was neatly made with crisp white sheets and a fluffy duvet. But despite the peaceful atmosphere, her heart plummeted in her chest.
Engfa was standing by the closet, carefully folding 3 of her favorite outfits and placing them in the bag. Her short, dark hair was tied back, and she wore a pair of black trousers and a plain white shirt that was simply tucked in.
Pichy had always admired Engfa's effortless sense of style and the way she carried herself with such confidence.
"What are you doing?" The woman asked, her voice stern.
Engfa turned to face her, her expression guarded. "What do you want, Pichy?"
"I heard you packing," Pichy said, her eyes fixed on the duffel bag. "Where are you going?"
Engfa hesitated for a moment before answering.
"I'm going out" she stated, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Without me?" Pichy's tone was accusing.
Engfa sighed. "I didn't think you were interested."
"Not interested? But I thought we were going to spend some time together, just the two of us. But you're just going to leave me here alone again?"
"It was a last-minute thing," her voice getting defensive.
Pichy's face contorted with rage as she felt a sudden surge of anger rise within her. It started as a small flicker, but quickly grew into an intense flame that consumed her thoughts and emotions.
"You always have time for work, but never for me," the latter expressed, her voice shaking. "Do you even care about our relationship?"
"I have responsibilities at work, you know that."
"Well, I don't," Pichy retorted. "You always have an excuse. I'm sick of always coming second to your job. It's like you don't even care about our relationship." the woman's expression darkened.
She had tried to bring up this issue before, but her girlfriend always dismissed it, saying that she was overreacting. But this time, she couldn't hold back her emotions any longer.
Engfa scoffed. "I can't just ignore my obligations. You're being completely unreasonable."
Pichy shook her head, feeling the tears begin to well up in her eyes. "You've been so distant lately," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but the words caught in her throat.
"Look Pichy, I have a lot on my plate right now and I can't handle any more conflicts. If you're just going to keep picking fights, maybe it's probably the best for us to take a break."
Pichy felt her stomach drop as she heard Engfa's words. "So that's it then? You're just going to walk out on us?"
"I just need some space to figure things out."
"Figure what out?" The woman asked, her voice shaking. "We've been together for almost a year now, and you still don't know what you want?"
Her expression softened for a moment before hardening once again. "I'm sorry Pichy, but I can't keep doing this. Our relationship is just too difficult to maintain."
Engfa's words hit her like a ton of bricks. She couldn't believe that their relationship had come to this point. Everything seemed like it was collapsing around her. She had never felt so alone.
She felt a lump forming in her throat, making it hard to breathe. She tried to choke back the tears, but they came anyway, hot and heavy, tracing wet paths down her cheeks. Her body shook with the effort of holding in her sobs, but she couldn't keep them inside any longer. She let out a guttural cry of pain and heartbreak as her emotions overflowed, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable.
"You're giving up on us just like that?" Pichy asked, her voice trembling.
"I don't know what else to do, it feels like you keep going in circles"
"Please don't leave me," Pichy pleaded, reaching out to grab Engfa's arm. "We can work through this together."
Engfa wrenched her arm free. "I'm sorry. But It's over."
Her emotions were a jumbled mess. "So, this is all because of Charlotte, isn't it?" Pichy let out.
Engfa's eyes narrowed at the mention of Charlotte's name. "Don't bring her into this," she said through gritted teeth.
Pichy's anger flared up. "Oh, I see. So it is about her. You can't even be honest with me."
"I am being honest," Engfa insisted. "This is about us, not Charlotte."
"Right, because it's not like you've been spending all your time with her instead of me," Pichy retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You're blurring the lines between relationships and work. Charlotte is my business partner, and you just can't seem to grasp that, This is exactly why I want to break it off with you now."
Pichy's eyes burned with fury. "And now you're suddenly becoming all protective about her?"
Engfa's eyebrows furrowed in anger as she glared at Pichy. "What the hell are you talking about?" she snapped. "What does Charlotte even have to do with anything in the first place?"
"Don't play dumb," Pichy snapped, her voice laced with venom. "I saw the way you looked at her when we were at that photo shoot a few days back. You've been distant ever since."
Engfa rolled her eyes. "That's ridiculous. There's nothing going between me and anybody else."
"Then why are you ending things between us?" Pichy demanded.
"You know what? I'm done with this," Engfa said, grabbing her bag the sound of her shoes echoed through the room as she made her way to exit. "I can't handle with your drama anymore."
Engfa gave her one last look of disdain before storming out of the penthouse, her hand shook as she reached for the doorknob, slamming the door behind her. Pichy stood there, alone and trembling with anger and sadness. She knew that their relationship was over, but it didn't make the pain any easier to bear.
Author's Note:
This one's for the twitter users💁🏻♀️ jkjk but I hope you like this update! Will be working on the next chapter tomorrow so watch out for that one! I can just imagine this song below playing during this chapter🫢
