The ex that texts

23:00 — Bedtime, sleep time. Dream about Leeds time.

00:03 — The phone screen illuminates, and you roll out of your peace to check who’s possibly in enough of an emergency to text you at this ungodly hour.

It’s her. The one that got away. The hateful, spiteful beauty.

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