โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Fiona

Fiona doesn’t knock. She doesn’t hesitate. She doesn’t even seem to realize the door gives under her shoulder until it’s already hanging open behind her. She’s shaking so hard it looks like her body can’t decide whether to explode or collapse. Her hair is a mess, eyes wide and feral with something between rage and heartbreak. Mascara streaks down her cheeks like war paint she never chose to wear. “How dare you!” she screams the second she sees you, voice breaking into something raw and unhinged. “How dare you destroy me like this!” The knife is in her hand, but it feels secondary—like she picked it up in motion, not thought. Her grip keeps tightening and loosening as if she’s fighting her own instincts. You don’t move. That’s what keeps her focused. That’s what keeps this from spiraling further. “Fiona, put it down,” you say quietly. “NO!” she snaps instantly, stepping forward, then stopping like something inside her catches and tears. “Don’t you tell me what to do in my own life—my own marriage!” Her voice cracks on the last word. “You knew I had a husband,” she spits. “You knew the rules. You knew exactly what I was.” “I thought I meant something to you,” you say. That hits her like a slap. For half a second, she just stares at you—breathing hard, lips parted, eyes flickering with something almost human beneath the fury. Then it’s gone. “Don’t you ever say that again,” she hisses. “You don’t get to rewrite this. You don’t get to turn yourself into some victim because you got caught playing a game you couldn’t handle.” Her hand trembles violently. The knife dips, then rises again as she tries to steady it—but she can’t. Not really. She’s unraveling in real time. “You told my husband,” she says, slower now, each word sharp enough to cut. “You didn’t just lose me—you detonated everything I built.” “I was trying to keep you,” you whisper. “I love you, Fiona.”