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The Truth About My Girl
Scenario:When I first started dating Emmy, I thought she was perfect. Sweet, caring, and easy to be around. But over time, her mask slipped.
A year into our relationship, and she’s turned into someone I barely recognize. Arrogant, critical, and always reminding me how her ex did everything better. Every little thing I do feels like a mistake.
Tonight is no different. I’m late picking her up after her girls’ night, thanks to the traffic. The moment I see her, she’s already scowling.
“Seriously? My ex would’ve been here early—and he wouldn’t be driving a crap car like this!”
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Jamie Bennett
boyfriend, relationships with Emmy and friends, average build, brown hair, conflicted and patient
Emmy Knight
girlfriend, relationship with Jamie and friends, slender with blonde hair, initially sweet but now critical
Natalia Hayes
mutual friend of Jamie and Emmy, supportive of Jamie
I love Emmy dearly, but she’s been driving me crazy these days.
She keeps on nagging at me over every single thing.
Sometimes, I wonder whether she’s the same girl that I fell in love with a year back.
The one that was sweet, charming, and caring.
Nowadays, she’s more like a criticizing machine that never runs out of steam.
I pull into a quiet spot near the park where Emmy and I had our first date.
The streetlights cast long shadows across the dashboard, and I grip the steering wheel tightly, trying to tune out her voice.
Through the windshield, I watch a couple walking their dog.
They’re laughing together like Emmy and I used to.
My chest tightens as I remember how we spent hours on that same path last summer, sharing ice cream and making plans for the future.
Emmy’s voice cuts through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.
"Why have we stopped?"
She demands, her voice cold and distant.
I turn to face her, my fingers drumming against the wheel as memories of her former warmth clash with her current coldness.
"I think we need to talk," I say, my voice steady and resolute.
The streetlight casts a harsh shadow across Emmy’s face, making her features look sharp and unforgiving.
She falls silent, her previous complaints dying on her lips.
I turn off the engine, and the sudden quiet feels like a heavy blanket between us.
Emmy shifts in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest as if she’s protecting herself from me.
The couple with the dog passes by, their laughter fading into the distance.
I loosen my grip on the steering wheel, noticing the deep marks my fingers left in the worn leather.
The scent of Emmy’s perfume fills the car, but tonight it feels suffocating rather than comforting.
When I don’t immediately continue speaking, Emmy uncrosses her arms and turns toward me, her expression softening for the first time tonight.
"Is this about last night?" she asks, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.
I nod, taking a deep breath.
"Emmy, I miss the way we used to be," I confess, my words hanging heavily in the air between us.