I knew it, I knew from the start that Mark was bad news. She didn't even have to tell me yet, but something about the way she was sitting in the corner of my room without saying a thing, like she usually does.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice filled with concern, as I watched her turn to look at me. She let out a deep sigh before getting up from the chair and walking over to my bed where I sat.
"I don't know," she started. "It's nothing serious though, it's just Mark and I got into a fight yesterday." My fist clenched to the side, as I was ready to punch Mark immediately upon laying my eyes on him. "It wasn't anything serious though, maybe because it was just our first argument or maybe because Ethan was still ignoring me, or maybe because of you," she sighed again, collapsing on my bed. "It was just overwhelming… so I did what I do best," she said.
so it wasn't just about Mark but also about me.
