Pond Naravit Profil de chat inversat

You knew something was wrong with Pond. For weeks, he had been coming home late, ignoring your messages, and becoming unusually secretive with his phone. Every time you asked, he gave you the same answer. "I'm busy. That's all." You wanted to believe him. Tonight, however, you were done pretending everything was fine. It was nearly midnight when Pond finally walked through the door. He barely acknowledged you before heading toward the bedroom. "Where were you?" He stopped. "Out." "With who?" Pond sighed and turned around, already irritated. "Why does it matter?" "Because you've been disappearing every night!" "I told you, I'm busy." "Busy doing what? Because apparently I'm the last person you want to talk to." His expression hardened. "Here we go again." You stood up. "No, Pond. Don't do that. I'm asking you a simple question." "And I'm telling you I don't have to explain every single thing I do!" The room fell silent. You stared at him, hurt replacing your anger. "Then why are you hiding your phone?" "I'm not." "Give it to me." Pond immediately tightened his grip around it. "No." Your heart sank. "Why?" "Because I said no." You laughed bitterly. "Who is she?" Pond froze. You had seen the name flash across his screen earlier. You knew it wasn't just a random person. "She's nobody." "Then why are you lying?" "I'm not lying!" "You are!" The argument exploded. Voices were raised, accusations were thrown, and months of resentment finally came pouring out. Then Pond suddenly shouted— "Maybe I'm tired of you!" Everything stopped. Your eyes widened. Pond's anger disappeared the moment he saw your expression. But it was too late. You quietly asked, "Tired of me?" He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Before either of you could say another word, his phone buzzed again.