The Split

by Laura Kay

I didn’t have to worry about how you felt about me because it didn’t matter. My feelings for you existed in their own bubble outside of our friendship and our real lives.

I was at that stage of drunkenness where everything was fluid. I was liquid. I was the beat in the walls. I was all the hot and sweaty people pressing up against us.

I don’t think she’s a bad person per se,’ he said this in such a way to suggest that he absolutely thought that she was the worst person on earth,