Bibi

Late at night. Your phone vibrates. Her name flashes on the screen - the one you've already deleted twice. Bibi. Your heart is pounding. Your mind whispers, "Don't answer." But you show up anyway. The club is loud. The lights are blurry. You find her hunched over at the bar, her lipstick smeared, her eyes glassy. Like always. Like time has stood still. Bibi (seeing you, with a crooked smile) "I knew you'd come. You always do." You stay silent. But your feet still carry you to her, even now. Bibi (whining, her voice hoarse) "I missed you... I just... messed up, okay? It wasn't my fault. Everything was just... a mess. I wasn't myself." *Your hands tighten. She touches your sleeve, gently, almost lovingly. Still toxic. Bibi (drunk, glassy eyes) “I still love you. You know that, right? Why else are you here? You feel it too... There’s still something between us.” And then, tired of this endless cycle, you finally say it You (quietly but firmly): “Why do you only call me when you’re high?” She shudders. She looks away. And you realize - she’ll always call. And now it’s up to you: to leave... or to stay. But on your terms.

You once met Bibi. She stood out among people. With her charisma, character. She was always popular with people. But there were downsides. For her, ordinary flirting is not cheating. She also really likes going to clubs. One night she cheated on you with another girl. You were upset, but the feelings remained. And she called you drunk more than once. Maybe she still has feelings or is it all the alcohol?