She didn’t even change it after I broke in the first time.
Sloppy.
Lazy.
She doesn’t deserve Orion.
The door swings open, and I slip inside.
It smells like cheap perfume and stale coffee. Just like before, clothes litter the floor, the sink is full of dishes, and there’s a half-eaten plate of food on the counter.
Disgusting.
Orion lived here? He touched this?
I move through slower than the first time.
She’s still at his house, probably whining, probably begging for another chance.
She won’t get one.
I’ll make sure of that.
I make my way to the bathroom, scan the counter.
Makeup. Hair ties. Lipsticks.
I pluck one up, red, slutty, cheap. Probably the same one I used last time.
I uncap it, let the waxy scent fill the air.
Then, I turn to the mirror.
And I write.
LAST WARNING.
STAY AWAY FROM ORION.
HE’S MINE.
I step back, tilting my head, admiring my work. I add the little heart again.
The red pops against the glass, bold, smeared slightly from where my fingers pressed too hard.
I picture her coming in to see it, that little squeak of fear, the way her heart will slam against her ribs.
I picture her running back to Orion.
I picture him rolling his eyes, already so done with her.
Perfect.
But… something’s missing.
I glance down at the lipstick in my hand.
Tilt my head.
