‘What do you think you’re playing at Ryan?’
‘What?’
‘Telling people that we’re dating?’
‘Well, you know … I was planning to …’
‘You’ve heard of consent, right? That both people have to agree? This is the same. You can’t just universally declare a relationship.’
‘I get that. Look, sorry Lorna, I got ahead of myself. Of us. But …’
There is no us, Ryan. There’s never going to be an us.’
‘I said I was sorry. Can we not just …’
‘No, we can’t. Respect and trust, Ryan. You’ve destroyed them both and there’s no way back from that.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
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