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Disgruntled

Bet you never stopped to consider the consequences, did you? Clicking down the hall in sky-high stilettos, got everyone convinced you’re the cat’s meow. Tall and slender, gorgeous in every way. You smile for them, you have time for them. They always get your best. 
‘Oh, Daniel, I’m sorry I didn’t text you back. Had a late night. Must have slipped my mind.’ 
Of course.
Your eyes shifting with discomfort, finally looking away to grasp at invisible excuses. ‘Daniel! I’m sorry, but…I’m not free tonight. Or any other night.’
You didn’t consider the consequences. 
You didn’t think of me.

But you will.