5:00AM

The clock beeped its hourly signal and the display read 5:00AM. She took a sip of her coffee, lighted up another cigarette and sighed. She should be studying for her exam two days away, but instead she was sitting outside the steps leading up to her room, sipping a coffee and thought about what happened.It was 1am and she had just woken from her nap, planning to get some studying done where it was quietest at night, with the least distractions. How wrong she was. Just as she settled into her revision her phone beeped.

It was a text message from K.

“Same old place in 1 hour?”

K was a long-time fuck buddy. They started out perfectly well, only contacting each other whenever they both needed to, but lately he had been demanding much more from her. He needed her as a sort of emotional life-buoy, a void-filler because he felt lonely, he expected her to be there all the time and he was increasingly becoming an irritant that was hard to get rid of. Like a red wine stain on a brand new white blouse, the love handles which refuse to go away even with exercise.

Oh what the heck, she thought. She gathered her keys and purse and took a cab to his place.

As soon as she got there he was all over here, and it was done as soon as it started.

She looked at her watch. 3am. It had taken her a little longer to get to his place, and he had launched into a tirade about how his job was unfulfilling and intellectually unchallenging. She had heard this all too often and knew by heart what he was about to say next.

“You’ve been wearing that watch for so long now, its old and falling apart, why don’t you let me get you a new one?”

She rolled her eyes as she put on her clothes, and gave the exact same answer everytime he asked.

“Because I am not your kept woman.”

He would always volunteer to send her home, but she would always refuse. As she gathered her things off the table by the door, she decided that this was the time.

“Don’t call me K, don’t ever call me again.”

Good riddance.

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3 Comments

  1. Not bad, now it’s third person. đŸ˜‰ Good luck for your Monday paper!

  2. Who, what? Must be the evil twin.

  3. good 4 u! another bridge broken:)


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