“We have to believe beyond all doubt that the person that we love so much loves us back. The difficult thing is there are so many people in this life to love. Why choose us. What makes us so special? Why should we have to believe that our partner loves us, when they could easily go off and marry whoever they fucking want. They have enough looks, they have it all. How did I even get here Birch I don’t know. Me and Azalea are doing well but something makes me feel like he never even really loved me in the first place.”
“Rafflesia I’m just waiting for the bus…I didn’t come prepared to ya know. Give relationship advice.” Birch was uneasy, confronting the woman that had violated him. Birch didn’t feel like saying much of anything, but it was probably best not to piss off this woman who had so easily managed to slip something into his drink. He clearly had bad taste in women and didn’t have the mental emotional capacity to discern a psychopath from a first glance.
“Every day I'm in this relationship I feel like just ending it all. It’s too intense and I have the emotional capacity of a spoiled pancake.” Rafflesia said, eyeing Birch with a creepy and perverted glance.
“A-a-a lot of relationships can be intense. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Have you ever felt like the person who’s supposed to love you is slowly eating you alive?”
“Maybe at the beginning of me and Fir’s relationship but I can’t say I ever felt similar to that after we started dating.”
“Rafflesia chuckled to herself. Tch. Never date someone more attractive than you is my only advice. You got lucky with Fir, you two are a cute couple.”
“What do you mean we’re a cute couple?”
“You know…I just feel like my boyfriend settled with me. Hard. I mean who would even want to fuck with me at this point.”
“Obviously Azalea”
“But is he even happy when we fuck?”
Birch sat quietly and let the silence wash over him like a dull wave. Rafflesia grew uneasy and her eyes darted back and forth realizing that she was going back to the same situation, the same relationship that she was just in. And that this bus ride wasn’t just a bus ride. It was a hell.