She was tired. Fazed. Unsteady. She re-read his text.
“Sorry, I don’t think things will work out between us. Sorry. J.”
Her soul curdled a little more.
No matter how hard she punched the keys of her mobile, he didn’t answer her calls or reply to her texts.
Why? She thought for the umpteenth time. Why?
What about his promises?
What about his birthday present?
She curled up in the seat and looked out of the window. A suburb flashed by. Then a village. Then a house. Her world had stopped. Had been stolen by him. Tears snaked down her cheeks.
Four hours to home.
Is this Death? She wondered.
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Oh wow, this is great and immediately takes me back to times that I have felt this way. Awesome post.
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So sad… I’ve been that girl! Nothing worse than feeling crap and being stuck on a train. Well, obviously there are lots of things worse than that, but in that moment, it feels like the very worst thing in the world… Someone give the girl a KitKat? 🙂
Have a break up – have a kit kat!
This makes me feel sad
She’ll be ok Joe. Time and all that……
Poor young thing. This is a passage of life that never gets easy.
Agreed Michelle – I suspect that all of us have been there once or twice in our lives. Where’s me hanky?
Ahhhh … your soft side.
We all have one buried somewhere!
So sad! Poor girl. Very nicely written!
Thanks Susie.
Great closing line!
Many thanks.
Fight back! Find someone new on the train!
I’m sure she will in time!