<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/i/db/2018/3/877568/877568-800w.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luxury tent | Quidditch Trillenium Stadium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Back in Corinne's luxury tent<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ibrahim Berkes (Heartsink)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://img.wattpad.com/d4f5c68447fcc7368a0a629a94d5458a9c9f757e/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f42527a66487a73422d745f4951413d3d2d313030383530353139302e313635393936636633306139323539343232353035303134373036392e676966)</div>Ibrahim tried to declare that it wasn’t too late for them to still enjoy each other’s company. Corinne rolled her eyes and shook her head, once again folding her arms over her chest. He went on, talking about how she was the only one acting as if it was too late. She held a hand out and made a face at him, as if to imply that it obviously<em>was</em>too late because the night had been ruined already.<br/><br/>Sure, he had a point about how neither of them cared about the actual game itself, but it wasn’t about the game! It was about the effort she had put in to finally getting some time to spend with him, and he blew it from the very start. He questioned if she didn’t trust him because she jumped to the conclusion that he had been with some other girl. Corinne merely sighed, her face hiding her emotions.<br/><br/>Frankly, it had been so easy for her to cheat on him. With how frequently Ibrahim was busy… the same must have been true for him.<br/><br/>He accused her of not trusting him rather than not enjoying each other’s company anymore and then reminded her that he loved her. Corinne looked at him sadly, her dark eyes meeting his briefly, before guilt caused her gaze to falter and lower. “I know… and I wish that was enough… but it just isn’t anymore, Ibrahim.”<br/><br/>Corinne let out a long sigh, her skin glowing in the yellowish lighting that she had magically cast in the tent. Suddenly, she felt too overwhelmed to deal with this argument anymore. So, she found a chair and plopped herself into it, staring at nothingness in the distance. “I want you to go. You’ve already ruined the night. There’s no salvaging it. And I’m afraid there’s no salvaging us, either.” As an afterthought, she added, “you can take your tea with you.” She absently pointed at the tea she had prepared for him, hours prior.