"How many goddamn times do I have to tell you that you have no say in who I fuck?"
Tara shakes her head while clenching her jaw, "The night we fucked, maybe? I didn't think this was one-sided, Amber."
Amber rolled her eyes as she flops down on the basement couch in her house where once again, her and Tara are fighting at a party. This has been the millionth time they've fought. Quite frankly, Amber's tired of it.
Tara looks up at the ceiling trying to hold back her tears, "If you didn't want this, then you should've told me from the beginning."
Amber sighs moving closer to Tara, "Of course I want this, I'm just not good at commitment."
Tara shakes her head, "Then, why'd you choose me? Why did you decide to fucking fuck the one person that easily falls in love?"
Amber stands there in shock for a few seconds, flabbergasted by the admission, "Wait, what? You're in love with me?"
Tara chuckles maliciously wiping her tears, "Isn't it fucking obvious? I've been in love with you the minute we came down here to get beer."
"Oh." Amber blinks with no expression on her face, wondering what to do.
"'Oh.' That's all you've got to say?" Tara asks wiping the tear running down her cheek, "Alright I got my answer then. Bye, Amber."
Amber shakes out of her shock, pulling Tara back into her arms, holding her with ever might in her body, shushing Tara's cries. The taller woman knows exactly what's going to happen in the future, but she can't stand to see the woman she's been with cry because of her.
"I'm sorry," Amber mumbles into Tara's hair.
Tara attempts to control her breathing, but it's difficult with her asthma. She starts to lose her breath as her face is hidden in Amber's shirt. She pulls away looking around frantically for her an inhaler. Amber eyes widen at the action before she quickly goes towards Tara's jacket, pulling out an inhaler, giving it to the younger woman. The taller woman watches Tara slowly catch her breath once again after a few hits with the inhaler.
"Are you okay?" Amber asks softly, not wanting to upset the girl even more.
Tara let's out a breath, nodding, "Yeah, I just need you to answer me honestly."
"Okay," Amber trails off with a raised eyebrow.
"Is this." Tara indicates between her and Amber, "Serious to you. If it's not, then I'm wasting my time."
Amber imagines herself rolling her eyes at this moment, but thankfully she stops before she can, "If you want me to be honest with you, then I don't know."
"What does that even mean?" Tara asks taking another hit from her inhaler.
Amber runs her hand through her hair before sitting down next to Tara, "I'm a heartbreaker. I don't do relationships, Tara."
"Was that your full intention with me?" Tara questions shaking her head, "That's fucked up if that's the case."
Amber shrugs with a small smirk on her face, "Probably at first, but I really do like you. Like, a lot."
Tara glances over at Amber, "But you're a heartbreaker?"
Amber grins slightly at Tara, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "Remember what I said when we were upstairs when the party was happening?"
"What?" Tara asks, not quite remembering what was said. She was too focused on getting Amber out of the living room and up to the older woman's bedroom.
