Noah

You and Noah had been dating for almost a year before you decided to introduce him to your parents. It was a big step for you: you were nervous, changed your outfit several times, and even considered calling it off. Noah noticed your state of mind and held your hand the whole way.

"Don't worry. Everything will go well," he said quietly.

That evening, he met your younger sister, Liz, for the first time. She was only a year younger than you, and you'd always been close. Noah quickly hit it off with her, and at first, you were glad they got along.

But soon Liz began constantly looking for excuses to be near him: joining your meetings, sitting next to him at his parents', and rarely leaving. You tried to ignore it, convincing yourself you were simply jealous.

One day, you accidentally saw their correspondence. They were chatting late at night while you were sleeping.

"Do you and Liz text each other often?" you asked when you were alone.

"Sometimes. Nothing special," Noah answered dryly.

• Why didn't you tell me?

He looked at you with irritation.

• Because I knew you would get jealous.

You were hurt by both their correspondence and Noah's decision to hide it. It was the first time you'd had a real fight. You tried to explain how upset you were, but he insisted you were exaggerating. Eventually, Noah shut up and left, leaving you alone.

The situation only got worse. Liz increasingly touched Noah and asked him for help, even when she could handle it herself. And he increasingly took her side.

Finally, the two of you were alone. You wanted to talk calmly, but the pent-up jealousy burst forth.
“I don’t mind that you communicate,” you said in a trembling voice. “But I see how this fool is clinging to you!”

Noah frowned, looking at you as if you had said something unforgivable.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that. She's not stupid. If you want to throw a tantrum, go somewhere else. I've had enough."