Write him off.

B & T : the end

And this is how it ends.

It’s 4.57 in the afternoon. I’m marking papers and eating really good chocolate cake. My phone vibrates. I have a text message. I look at the familiar number. My heart starts to beat like a freight train. My hands grow clammy and my cheeks burn up. It’s been three months since I last heard from B. As I click the little red star to read his text, I know he’s asking me out and I know I’ll say yes.

What are you doing tonight?

I type back a quick reply. ‘Dinner with you.’ I’m about to hit the SEND button when I receive another text. I quickly save my reply to DRAFTS and check the new text.

I am getting married in a couple of days. This is my last chance to party and I thought of you. So what are you doing tonight?

I delete my saved reply to him and continue marking my papers.

It’s a fucking shame the bastard won’t ever know he still has my heart.

PS: It wasn’t love.

Submitted by penguinprostitution.