Sage descended the stairs with her luggage loosely packed with everything she needed for the night. She wore her most comfortable set of sweatpants with her softest pink sweater.“Going somewhere?” Maxwell was making sandwiches in the kitchen with a sour...

I’d lost her at some point during the party. The place was full of her work friends. I’d been in the kitchen talking to one of her colleagues about football when I realised I hadn’t seen her in ages. I...

The Fight

"The one that ends it"

She walks through the door with attitude written all over her face. ‘Fuck,’ I think, letting out an unimpressed sigh and go back to drinking and watching the game. I’m tipsy, I had a bad day and don’t need her...