Lisa
It had been weeks since I’d seen my boyfriend.
Between his new job and my late hours, our messages had turned from constant to occasional, from flirty to distant and lately I’d been missing him and wanting him badly.
So that night after work, I decided to go to his place feeling excited and imagining how he was going to make me beg for more, when he starts f*****g me but when I got there, he wasn't home.
I called him again and again but each time, it rang until voicemail.
“He said he’d be home,” I muttered, checking the time on my phone. The street was already quiet, It was almost eleven.
After half an hour of waiting, I sighed, hugged my arms around myself and walked toward the train station, feeling disappointed.
The platform was nearly empty, just a few people seat along the
