"I do not readily have time for a commitment."
He had said it like a commitment was a disease.
You throw down your paper.
"If you feel that way, General, we can end this here."
"Lieutenant-"
"DON'T you talk to me. I've had it up to HERE with your silly-ass "General" shit. You could at least MAKE time for me!"
"I'm busy, Lieutenant, I don't HAVE time-"
"Then we can let this go. You can stop visiting after hours. You can stop interacting with me like this. You act like commitment is a DISEASE!" you shout. You storm out. You're SO not dealing with this shit. Why should you, why should you even TRY with that ass?
You race down the hallway, tears streaming down your face.
When you burst into your room, Vanessa looks up, startled. She jumps to her feet.
"What the hell did that asshat do to you? What happened?" Vanessa shouts.
You sob, "I said I wanted a real relationship, a commmitment, he said HE DIDN'T HAVE TIME for one and that's like saying he doesn't have time for ME!"
Vanessa scowls. "What the absolute hell? Come on, sister. What you need now is a strong drink and a party. Come on! Get a little spice in your life after that shit of a general. He's boring as hell."
She walks you down the hallway towards the mess hall, which gets converted into a bar at night. The cafeteria staff get drinks, and you down a couple shots.
"Vanessa?" you ask.
"'Sup?" she slurs. Dammit. Now she's drunk. What the hell?
For the second time that day, your ginger General stands in the doorway, looking like he needs a drink.
