Tales of shapes romance #6

I’m only trying to help, ‘she said with a shrug. The front door banged behind her, and she sank into her chair with a burst of bitter, helpless laughter.

The really awful thing, she told herself, was that she had no idea how impossible she was, how childish, how immature. It would be a relief not to have to live with the girl anymore, not to see her belongings piled in the living room, her dirty dishes stacked in the kitchen, her clothes draped over every surface, it was almost worth the additional costs.

Almost, ‘reminded herself drily. The fact was she had to find either a new roommate or another source of income, or she carefully planned budget was going to go down the drain, and the dream that had kept her going for the past ten years would vanish into the mists of might-have-been.