Daylight through the curtains they forgot to close. Someone ordered more drinks like time wasn’t real. It wasn’t.
Tag: Chelsea
I Read His Texts After
Not proud. Also not sorry. His mum, his ex, a booking for two at Dishoom. I screenshotted the Dishoom one for later.
The Landlord Texted About Noise
At 4:12. I replied at 4:13 with a heart emoji. He has not followed up. Coward.
The Ex Was At The Same Bar
He looked well. I looked better. I made sure of that in the mirror by the sinks before I walked over.
He Paid Then Got Weird
The bill was fine. The speech about “what this means” was not. I kissed him to shut him up. It worked. Temporarily.
Club Bathroom Mirror Confession
I told my own reflection I was going home with him. She agreed. She also needed more gloss. Priorities.
Pre-Drinks Became The Main Event
We never left the flat. Someone DJ’d off a phone. I snogged a boy against our own fridge. Cheap night. Expensive hangover.
Peckham Roof At Sunrise
Someone’s speaker dying. Someone’s shirt as a blanket. I had mascara on only one eye and still felt like the main character.