𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗡 ━━ shortstory.

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“YOU’RE SUCH A fucking──”

Amaris stopped mid-sentence. The redhead’s emerald eyes glazed with fury, her lips were in a thin line, her balled fists shook out of anger. Amaris frowned; she knew not to push her girlfriend’s limits and decided to keep her mouth shut.

“Who I hang out with and what I do with them is my fucking business,” Isadora hissed, “got it?”

Amaris crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes; ignoring the goosebumps forming over the back of her neck. “Right, and you get to stick your nose into my business. How is that fair, Isadora?”

Isadora took a deep breath and started to count inaudibly; something she did to calm her other side, as she liked to say.

Amaris watched her and gulped thickly. “You know, if you wouldn’t have──”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence; the fist connecting with her jaw made sure of it.