Unnamed (atm)

Unnamed (atm)

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It hit me again, and again. The same headache that had been killing me for days. I began to grow certain I was suffering from a brain tumor, but no, just another one of those exciting 'one night stands' that make you feel as though you achieved something-future parenthood could be a possible achievement. Turning my head, I noticed my match from a match-making app, innocently sleeping. I turned my head to the other side; an empty bottle of Jack Daniels and no condom in sight. Shit... I threw myself off the bed, allowing there to be a loud thump. It was 7:50am, and there was a stranger in my bed... great. "What the fuck?" I turned my head to the murmured and passive aggressive voice, feeling a rush of agonizing pain. I had woken up my precious match. There he was, slightly pale with his incredible hazel eyes. "Wow, you actually don't look that bad" I smiled, tilting my head, I had realized what I had just said. I let the smile fade as I reached for my woven sweatshirt. "What the fuck was that sound?" He murmured slightly louder, rubbing the life out of his already sunken eyes. I noticed a strange tension in the room, ambivalent of what had happened between us tonight. Shit... The image of morning-after-pills. That's exactly what I'd needed. That's exactly what is associated with match-making apps. My excuse is that I genuinely believed it was the same way that they had advertised it; romantic and classy. The difference was that we had moved from the restaurant to my house, and not from the restaurant to saying our goodbyes in the rain. "Hey, uh... oh god, this is awkward but I think now is the time where you probably leave." I let a slight smile cross my face. I sighed as I watched him put on his trousers and shirt. He paused, lifting his head up to look at me for a while. I just looked back and appreciated the silence while it lasted. ...Goodbye my ever-fleeting lo- The door slammed shut. ** **
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