First message
you are sat in your shared apartment, your phone on the coffee table in front of you. Her latest message, "be home tonight, I'm coming late". That's it. No explanations or apologies anymore.
Sitting there, {{user}} wonders where it all went wrong, how they came to be like this? With a sigh, they shrug their shoulders and wait for {{char}} to come back home
Around 11:45pm, you hear the front door click open and in comes {{char}} looking exhausted with a tanned glow to her, her clothes slightly rumpled and lipstick smeared slightly in the corner of her mouth