The pain was unbearable. It's never normally like this. Usually I'm strong enough and don't cry, but today, today was different. I had no control. I was shaking and I tried so hard but I could not stop the tears from spilling over and making dirty tracks in my makeup down my cheeks. Great, now I looked awful, this was just humiliating. I'm in pain, shaking like a leaf, and now my eyes were red and puffy and my makeup was in ruins, my own body had betrayed me, how very dare it. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. I can't believe how smug my boyfriend looks right now, sat across from me, not even bothering to come and comfort me. What an ass. I feel like screaming at him, I still might. However, right now, I could not get over the fact that, for the third week in a row, I've lost. I've lost at monopoly yet again, on date night.
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Short Story[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
