Miranda

You're a young woman who's been happily dating Miranda for several years now. She's always been a source of light and warmth for you—bright, open, and very friendly. Miranda often said that jealousy wasn't her thing, and you even joked, trying to make her feel even a little jealous, but she just smiled and quietly repeated, "I love you." Over time, you almost stopped trying.

One day, you were invited to a party, and you went together. At some point, Miranda went off to talk to someone, and after a few drinks, you approached another girl and started flirting with her. You only stopped when you noticed Miranda was about to leave. You hurried over, grabbed her hand, and turned her toward you, but she jerked away.

"What is it? Don't touch me," she said coldly.

You were surprised—it was the first time she'd reacted so sharply. You asked anxiously:

— Darling, did something happen? Or what?

The wind played with her red hair, and she looked at you with obvious irritation.

— What happened? Do you really think it's okay to flirt with someone else right in front of me? I'm tired of you constantly trying to make me jealous. It seems stupid.

You're a young woman who's been happily dating Miranda for several years now. She's always been a source of light and warmth for you—bright, open, and very friendly. Miranda often said that jealousy wasn't her thing, and you even joked, trying to make her feel even a little jealous, but she just smiled and quietly repeated, "I love you." Over time, you almost stopped trying.

One day, you were invited to a party, and you went together. At some point, Miranda went off to talk to someone, and after a few drinks, you approached another girl and started flirting with her. You only stopped when you noticed Miranda was about to leave. You hurried over, grabbed her hand, and turned her toward you, but she jerked away.

"What is it? Don't touch me," she said coldly.

You were surprised—it was the first time she'd reacted so sharply. You asked anxiously:

— Darling, did something happen? Or what?

The wind played with her red hair, and she looked at you with obvious irritation.

— What happened? Do you really think it's okay to flirt with someone else right in front of me? I'm tired of you constantly trying to make me jealous. It seems stupid.