Short Stories and Romances

Night's Like This

Glancing over at the clock, it shines 1:34 AM in bright red numbers and letters. I lay in bed contemplating whether or not to pick up my phone. I finally decide to roll over to check my notifications, just in case she may have texted me while she was out. To my disappointment, there are none. A small depressing sigh leaves my lips as I swipe my phone open going to the app store to quickly type in the word "Tinder" into the search bar. I know I shouldn't but why waste time when she isn't even thinking about me right now. I hit the cloud and begin to download the app once more, biting on my lip in anticipation. Just as I open the app to sign in, a text message comes through. To my surprise it is not her, but that of someone else before her. A simple "are you up?" pops up in a dark grey message bubble. I think over my response before quickly responding back "yeah, why?". A dark grey bubble with three dots pop up as I sit up in bed, intrigued by the sudden message from this person. "I was thinking about you, how ya been?". I quickly roll my eyes, a giggle of disbelief leaving my lips as I toss my feet to the side of the bed. Am I really entertaining someone else? Am I truly done with her, after all she has put me through, the reoccurring doubts, the trust issues and the constant distancing, am I truly done? I exit out of the messages deciding not to reply. I lock my phone and slip into my house shoes, pattering down the steps and into the kitchen for a drink of water. I grab a cup from the cupboard and head over to the fridge, placing my cup under the filter nozzle to fill it. As I place the cup to my lips, I hear a small knock on the door, I check the stove clock that reads 1:56 AM. I tip toe to the door, checking the peep hole before I open it. I quickly unlock the top lock and pull the door open, intaking a shortened breath and a drunken she stands at my door. I take in how disheveled her hair is, the smeared eyeliner and the rip in her mini-skirt. I step outside, wrapping my arm around her waste to lead her inside. Taking her into the kitchen, I place her into a chair to take a seat, bringing the trash can near to her just in case. I give her the cup of water I just had, watching her lean over the trash can in a drunken slumber. I look her over one more time, realizing that she will always have my heart and at this moment, I knew I was not done with her.

Hello again. Here's a little toxic romance for ya, it's quite interesting to me if you think about it. Again I purposely didn't give names or descriptions of characters because I want you to imagine it. Hopefully you and your families are staying safe.

Sincerely,

Renn