Narcissus Calls Off The Engagement

 ”You mean,” she gasped, with almost too much theatrical flourish, ”after all we’ve been through, after all the shit we’ve been through together, you want to just end it? Like that?”

It was a peculiarly hot day in L.A. for March, the sun beating down on the patio of the Starbucks with the heat of a million suns. Narcissus smirked and raised his Ray-Bans so she could see his piercing blue eyes.

“Babe,” he said in the throaty growl he used to both intimidate and seduce, “obviously this relationship meant more to you than it did to me.”