Fiction, Human behaviour, Love, Psychology, Women

Being Grown Up

It was the first civilized conversation they’d had in years. The last few attempts had been disastrous, with her fingers screaming with rage at his every word. This time, she felt nothing. “How are you?” He replied with another “How are you?” She laughed out loud and typed another formal sentence or two, enquiring about his health. The chat lasted 20 minutes. It ended with a toneless goodbye. For old time’s sake, or out of habit, she let out a “sweet dreams”. She felt quite grown-up.

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