In another room, KT and Joy were having yet another date. This one was just a movie night, Joy cuddled up in KT's loving arms, tilting her face up for the occasional kiss. After the film, the couple had a short nap. KT woke up first.

KT

She was beautiful. Covered in my lilac duvet, expression indifferent in slumber, tangled chocolate hair slipping over her eyes...she was positively ethereal. I could've whispered marriage vows, I could've proposed, I was so desperately besotted in that moment. That was when everything clicked into place. When the burning in my heart formed a word in my brain. Love. I saw Joy's eyelashes dance as her eyes fluttered open, insanely brown orbs of beauty. "Hey, cu-tie K-T," she giggled sleepily, laughing at her own joke.
"I love you," I whispered, the words leaving my mouth and settling over her heart, swirling like fragrant notes of compassion and beauty. Then, I saw them crumble as she didn't say them back. My girlfriend sat up, raked a hand through her hair. "Joy?"
"KT," she said, facing me again. "That means a lot. Thank you. Really." She leaned in, as if to kiss me, but I backed away.
"You don't love me?" I asked, the words empty, my chest empty. I felt like I was falling off a building.
"Well, I mean, Jerome and I were still together not long ago and I-"
"What? Jerome?" My voice was loud now, as I practically jumped out of bed, hands flying to my hair.

"Come on, KT!" protested Joy, looking up at me. "You can't expect me to be over him. Not properly. Not fully."
"Yes, I can!" I exploded. "When you said yes to my date-proposal, that was you saying 'it's you, KT! Only you!'. Not 'I still love Jerome but I think you're okay so I'll make out with you daily and then break your heart when you open up to me'!" Tears of anger and heartbreak threatened to form.
"The fact that part of me is still infatuated with my ex doesn't belittle how I feel for you, KT!" Joy cried, and I saw real tears welling up in her eyes.
"Yes it does. Because you love him too much to even say you love me. This is disgusting, Joy. I can't believe you." I shook my head, trying to comprehend the situation, make sense of what she was saying. "Why would you hurt me like this?"

She stood up, grabbing at my wrists, touching me, but I shook her off because her fingers hurt like her words. "No. Don't," I croaked, and she feebly tried to press her lips against mine in some attempt to rectify the situation, but I pushed her off. "Don't bother. It's..." I gulped, because these words stabbed me. "It's over."

I knew where I needed to be. I needed Eddie to comfort me like old times, I needed to be with my best friend. I tore downstairs, running towards his room, but then I heard voices. I paused.
"So, Patricia's got the honey then?" It was Alfie.
"Yep." Patricia.
"We can't tell anyone. Vow by the sacred laws of Sibuna!" Amber. Sibuna?
And then I heard several voices uttering the same word. "Sibuna." I threw open the door, face disgusted, looking at my 'friends'.
"Sibuna? Something's been going on, and you've left me out of it?" I said, voice soaked in anguish.
"KT, you don't-"
"Save it, Eddie. You're all fake in this house. You're all as fake as each other." Then my legs were running again, only this time I knew my safety was outside. Joy was on the stairs, calling me, begging me to come back but I was flying through the door, beating the ground with my feet, until I couldn't make sense of where I was.

"KT?" a familiar voice came. I turned around. "Are you alright, dear?"
"Miss Lacy," I sobbed. "I don't know where I am. Please help me." I saw a smile pass over her lips, a glint form in her eye.
"How about you help me instead, KT?"