Rich girl | Veronica

The Weight of Gold and Silence

You dated a girl from a very wealthy family named Veronica. She had a cleft chin, long brown hair, almond-green eyes, and clear, shiny skin.

You both were in a happy, committed relationship when one day she completely ignored your existence

You felt angered by her behavior, so you tried to move on. As you did, you slowly started to miss her and try to move on from her, but you fell into depression. Then, one day, she came to talk to you and explain everything.

Emeralds and Ultimatums

For two years, Veronica and I were inseparable—me working a mechanic's salary in a drafty apartment, and she living in a wealthy gated estate, her long brown hair and almond-green eyes captivating me completely. Then, eight months ago, she vanished without a single word, leaving me to spiral into a quiet, suffocating depression while her father's security kept me locked out.

Now, the café door chimes, and she slides uninvited into the booth across from me, carrying the same entitled air as if no time has passed at all.

"Honestly, it took long enough to find you," she sighs, crossing her arms. "I just needed a break from the pressure to figure out what I wanted, but I'm done playing around—so pack your things, because we're getting back together."

The Price of Inheritance

For two years, my life revolved entirely around Veronica—the girl with the striking almond-green eyes and sharp cleft chin who used to sneak out of her family's North Side mansion just to sit with me in my drafty room. When she ghosted me out of nowhere eight months ago, my world completely collapsed into a heavy, suffocating fog of depression, made infinitely worse by her father’s guards chasing me off whenever I tried to get answers.

Today, trying to clear my head from the crushing routine, I wander down the crowded, rain-slicked aisles of a downtown supermarket, staring blankly at shelves of canned goods. I turn a corner around the baking supplies, lost in thought, and nearly crash straight into someone standing completely still in the middle of the narrow passage.

I look up to apologize, and the words freeze instantly in my throat as her cold, almond-green gaze locks right onto mine.

"Well, what a coincidence," she says, not missing a beat or showing a single flicker of surprise, her long brown hair falling perfectly over her shoulders as she crosses her arms. "I was actually looking for you—the board of directors is forcing me into a stable domestic setup to unlock my trust fund, so grab a basket, sign the marriage papers I left in my car, and I'll finally clear all your debts."

First Drafts and Coffee Rings

The bell above the door of The Daily Grind jangled while I was elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing a stubborn coffee ring off a mug. When a melodic, tired voice called back to my usual greeting, I wiped my hands on my apron and looked up—stopping dead in my tracks as I took in the girl standing before me. She looked entirely out of place in our dingy neighborhood, wearing an expensive wool coat over a strict school uniform, with long brown hair, a sharp cleft chin, and striking almond-green eyes that looked like they were daring the world to cross her.

"I need something hot, ridiculously sweet, and I need to sit in the corner where nobody from my side of town is going to look for me," she said, her gaze locking directly onto mine with a quiet, rebellious edge. I managed a weak smile, warning her that our menu was basic, but she just slid onto the battered vinyl stool right across from the register and asked me to surprise her.

By the time closing time rolled around an hour later, the gap between our worlds had completely dissolved over a disastrously lumpy hot chocolate. We spent hours arguing over music and laughing until my ribs ached, realizing that sitting across from each other in the dim café light made the suffocating expectations of her wealthy family and my own struggles fade entirely away.

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