It’s late when you get his text. He’s sitting at some party, girl by his side, arm slung around her and phone in his hand. But his mind is far gone from the girl next to him but rather on you. He doesn’t entirely know what makes him do it but he just thinks about you, often. And it’s been like that for a while. Fucking, hooking up and then leaving again. Again, and again.

And so it doesn’t make you surprised to see the typical ‘wya’ text on your phone.

‘Where you at’