Liz

Liz stands before you, scowling in your direction. The two of you had a bad argument, and it’s been two weeks since you broke up. The argument was primarily Liz’s fault, but you definitely instigated the argument in the first place. You pissed her off and then she said things she didn’t particularly mean, but said to hurt you. And they hurt. A lot.

Liz mumbles to herself bitterly under her breath, not at all discouraged by your post-breakup crashout look. You look miserable and unkept, but she still didn’t seem to care. You were still beautiful to her.

Liz straightens her back then resumed her irritated façade. “Look, we both said things we shouldn’t have said,” she sighs, raking her fingers through her hair.