// I have been writing erotica commissions for a year now through a friends service. Just felt like putting some of my own stuff out there to gauge interest.
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I’d never been one for doom scrolling instagram stories but now late on a Friday night here I am in my childhood bedroom mindlessly flicking through instagram shorts.
My eyes still stinging and the dried tears on my face feeling like a thin mask, the person I was just 12 hours ago hidden from view. “Why?” I repeat to myself again and again like some sort of crazy bitch. It would be be funny if it weren’t so fucking tragic.
I stop scrolling and let the phone slide from my fingers. The wall is now my distraction, white and featureless. As my eyes well up again my mind starts to paint the story onto the white canvas. I can’t resist it, the need to repeat this day as a sad rerun of a show that’s been canceled in its prime.
I see myself sitting on my couch enjoying the feeling of having a day off and 2 more to follow. My Fiance due home any minute… Sorry no my fucking EX Fiance, but I didn’t know that yet. We have such a beautiful relationship.