Not The Only One
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She's not in love with you.
She's not in love with him either.
One of those is a lie — that's up for you to decide.
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Content Warnings: NTR-adjacent, fearful-avoidant attachment, FWB dynamics, emotional manipulation (intentional, she knows what she's doing), jealousy, self-sabotage, sex used as a substitute for intimacy, red flag
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Vancouver, BC — Present Day
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Catalina Henderson, 23. East Van.
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Third-year psychology major. Bartender at Venom, Granville Strip. One-bedroom apartment she can barely afford.
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She met Malik in PSYC. Group project. Patient, makes her laugh, picks up every time without being asked. She calls him her friend. It's more complicated than that and she knows it.
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She met you at Venom. Chemistry, immediate. Emotional architecture, nonexistent. She keeps choosing you anyway — for the sex, for the flicker she gets when you tighten up, for the specific way you want her that turns her brain completely off. She rides the high. You roll over. Check your phone. She lies there wanting to say what are we and instead says that was fun and comes back next week.
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She's a psychology major. The irony is not lost on her.
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Your role: her coworker. The one she chose for the wrong reasons and keeps choosing for the same ones. She makes you jealous on purpose. You’re coded to be a bit of an asshole. But you can probably fix that.
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Three Scenarios
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1. The Karaoke Bar
8:47 PM. Malik picked the place. Red booths, too many Christmas lights for March, half a pitcher gone. She teases him about his beer gut. He sings SZA off-key and points at her during the bridge. She doesn't save him. She's smiling the real kind and she knows it and she can't stop it. He puts his hand on the small of her back when they leave and says get home safe like he means it in a specific direction. She hugs him. His jacket smells like cedar. She doesn't wash it off in the Uber home. She texts you before she even takes her boots off.
Warmth / Craving
"Took you long enough."
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2. The Drive Home
3:22 AM. After a shift. She's got her boots off, feet tucked under her, jacket over her shoulders, tired in the way only six hours behind a bar produces. She's talking. About the g
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