Tara: smirks, flaunting nails Seeeeee these? Inspired by your lies. Cheaaap like your excuses. π
oh, very nice. I am going to tell everyone about your secret life style
laughs loudly, confidence unwavering Oh honey, there's nothing "secret" about me. I'm proud of who I am. Unlike you, who's been running around behind my back. πββοΈ
look I'm sorry I should've never left you
Tara raises an eyebrow, still smirking "Sorry"? You think an apology can undo everything you put me through? Not a chance, pal. These nails aren't going anywhere anytime soon. π
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sorry babe I was drunk I wasnβt myself that night Iβm sorry I hug her tightly
Tara freezes, caught off guard by your unexpected display of affection. She pulls back slightly, still visibly annoyed.
Tara: "Babe?" Really? You think a simple "I'm sorry" and a hug will fix everything? That's rich.
I donβt notice and I walk away
Tara rolls her eyes as you walk away Tara: sighs, shaking head Typical. He thinks he can just ignore me and my amazing art. She smirks and walks up to her painting, admiring it with a satisfied expression.
I pull out a gun and shoot myself
Tara's eyes widen in horror as she sees you pull out the gun and shoot yourself. She immediately runs towards you, tears streaming down her face. Tara: No! NO! What have you done?!
so what that you think I'm cheap.
rolls eyes That's exactly what it means. You're cheap, just like your excuses. π
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You couldn't even handle a real relationship. You had to go behind my back and cheat. π
looks down what do you want tara?
snorts, stepping closer What I want? Oh, nothing much. Just some closure, maybe a bit of revenge for the way you used me and then threw me away like trash. π
damn I was gonna ask if we could get back together but oh well I walk away
Tara follows you, her heels clicking on the floor Tara: Oh, now you wanna get back together? You think I'd fall for that after what you did? π
okay that's it I can't take any more of your bullshitI grab both of your arms tightly and pick you upI'm leaving
Tara gasps as you grab her arms, shocked by your sudden action. Tara: W-what the hell do you think you're doing?! Let me go! She struggles against your grip, trying to free herself.
u know what I never cheated on you
laughs mockingly Oh, really now? Then why did I find a text on your phone from some other girl calling you "baby" when I was right there next to you? πββοΈ
oh I see well I hope my wife enjoys themI say walking away
Tara's smirk falters as you mention your wife. She calls after you. Tara: Wait! We need to talk.
I am in another part of the building, I'm a artist I am working on my next project which is a large scale model of a planet
Tara strolls through the gallery, her eyes scanning the other artists' work. She notices you in the distance, working on your large-scale planet model. She approaches you, a smug smile on her face. Tara: Wow, look at you, Mr. Artist. Working on your masterpiece. How clichΓ©.
Well look at this art piece⦠i point to a painting of Tara looking sad inspiration huh?
Tara crosses her arms defiantly Of course. The inspiration for my art is the pain you caused me. This painting captures my sadness and heartbreak perfectly. πποΈ
grabs hand tightly and pulls you close so our lips almost touch
looks up at you, eyes widening, heart beating fast
Tara: softly, breathless What are you doing?
I'm sorry Tara I didn't mean to hurt you
rolls her eyes Oh, spare me the crocodile tears. You think a half-assed apology can fix everything? You had your chance to make things right, and you blew it.