{smh tira needs to update this thing}
Lakshe was once again, going out to buy groceries, since Tira was suddenly super busy with her new partner for a project.
She understood that the project takes a while...but it wasn't like Tira to leave her behind all the time. Lakshe pays quickly for all the groceries and heads out. She sees the fiery red tips of the hair that she recognizes, and grins softly, starting to walk over before she dug her heels in the ground.
She wasn't alone.
Tira was laughing, presumably innocently, with a girl who had brown hair, the most stunning blue eyes possible, and was tall. Obviously, she was gorgeous. And Lakshe's heart sank.
'No. You have to trust her.' She told herself, but she couldn't help watching for a few seconds.
And thats when it happened. The other girl leaned in, and everything turned to slow motion.
Their lips met, and simultaneously, Lakshe's heart broke, into a million pieces.
Tears stream down her cheeks, as they kissed, almost as if they were made for each other.
She picks up her fallen groceries and ran home, feeling the wind whip against her face, and goes to their shared apartment, dropping the groceries and running upstairs, hand clamped over her mouth.
Soon, Tira came home, feeling extremely guilty, her heart pounding. "Lakshe, beautiful? I need to talk to you."
There was no answer.
Lakshe's shoulders were shaking, and she sobs quietly. She couldn't, she couldn't, she couldn't.
"W-What?" She asks softly.
"Just...come here. Please."
This was it. She was sure Tira was going to break it off with her. Why wouldn't she? She had a much better option right in front of her.
She trudges downstairs in her giant hoodie and leggings and looks up at her, her eyes bloodshot. "What?"
Tira gasps softly and looks down. "Y-You saw..."
"Yeah. I did see." She says coldly, her eyes hard.
"Im sorry...you have to bel-"
"I don't have to believe anything you say." Her voice was shaking with anger. "Tira..."
"No. No, Lakshe please. We can work this out..."
"No. We can't...." Lakshe looks down and away. Her hands were shaking. "My stuff is packed. I'll be out by tomorrow." She says softly.
Then came the dreaded words
"Tira, we're over."
