This really, really blows.
Here I am, again, on the train. Alone. And why am I alone? Because he is on the train with me. Even though he is sitting as far away from me as possible and pretending I’m not there, which is pretty damn childish no matter how you look at it. But even more so when you’re literally the only being in the car.
And why is he there at all? Because he’s been sulking for the past week about how I broke up with him.
And of course, no one whose got at least a couple of neurons to rub together wants to get involved in a spat involving Anubis. Of course.
I sighed.
There’s nothing more horrible than a sulky ex.
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Nightmare Fuel 2019, Day 2