I withered through the week, wanting to text him, waiting for him to text me. I lost the battle at 6.59pm and tapped in something simple that hopefully, didn’t reveal my 5 days of heartache, confusion and worry. I waited.
2 hours later, I went through all the reasons for him not to text me. He was violently mugged and lay concussed in A&E, I hoped. He’d lost his phone, it was dead, he was just flat out busy-in the evening of a sunday. I frowned. Maybe he just isn’t into me, I said out loud so that I could hear it. I swung my legs off the bed and looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe he doesn’t want to be with me, perhaps I’m just not what he’s looking for. I thought of him with another girl. Maybe I was his very brief Other Girl like the way I played you as my Other Boy.
I heard her quietly at first and then loudly, in my ear. Freya, like my inner demon, ‘that’s karma’.