LOGINBy ten the following morning, I’d already been rejected three times. Technically, they were automated emails informing me—in the most polite, soulless language possible—that I wasn’t qualified. We regret to inform you. After careful consideration. We wish you the best in your future endeavors. The corporate equivalent of a pat on the head and a door slammed in my face. I never thought it would be this hard. My severance package wouldn’t last as long as I’d hoped, and the math was becoming terrifyingly clear, everyday without a job was a day closer to disaster. I sat on the couch, my legs tucked beneath me, and stared at the laptop screen until the words blurred together. Thank you for your interest. We reviewed your documents. They’re absolutely impressive , but we need someone with more years of experience. Have a lovely day. “Lovely day indeed,” I muttered, my jaw tightened. “Screw you very much.”I deleted the emails with more force than necessary, my finger jabbing the delete
The hardest thing about having your life fall apart wasn’t the moment everything went wrong. It was the morning after—waking up to the quiet, brutal truth that nothing had changed overnight. I woke up unemployed, and reality hit me like a freight train. I stared at the ceiling for a while, my hands folded over my stomach, thinking about the next thing to do. I had bills to clear. I had called Sarah twice, but she didn’t pick up. The calls went straight to voicemail both times, and I hung up without leaving a message because what would I even say?Probably the universe was against me. I managed to get up from the bed, headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up. I had to make things right with my best friend—that was the only thought running through my head. A few minutes later, I arrived at Sarah’s place. Uninvited. I pulled over to the curb and killed the engine. Her neighbors—an older couple were arguing over packing space. I stepped out of my car and adjusted my clothes, tu
I opened the door without checking the peephole. The sight of her was like a punch to the gut. Her hair was caught in the afternoon sunlight— a golden halo that seemed almost mocking. She was wearing a tailored blazer and jeans. In her hands, she held a small, brown paper bag from my favorite bakery and her handbag held in the other. “Kate, are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I said, my voice too high. I leaned against the doorframe, trying to block her view. “Just tired.” She ignored the barrier. “I went by your office,” she said, her voice dropped. “I was going to surprise you. I thought we could try the new Thai restaurant for lunch.” I blinked. “Oh. You went there.” My face went hot, and I could feel my jaw tighten. I tried to laugh, but it came out like a cough. “Yeah,” she said, her brow furrowing. She tilted her head, studying me the way she did when she knew I was lying. “I asked for you at the front desk, and the receptionist—the new girl with bad eyeliner—gave me this look. T
The week began on a Monday morning, the alarm rang and I reached over to the nightstand to silence the sound that made me quiver. A harsh reminder that weekend it’s over. I laid still for a moment, listening to the ambient hum of the city outside my window. It’s 6:30am, and I still have two and a half hours before I need to be at work. If Monday is anyone’s favorite, they’re either dating their boss or they’re abnormal. I sat up, stretched and drew back the curtains. Sunlight streamed into my room. My hair was wild mess and dark circles sat pretty under my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror.I reached into my wardrobe and pulled out dark jeans, a grey cardigan and a pair of white sneakers. I scrolled through my phone checking for notifications or any missed calls, but didn’t see any. I went to the kitchen and made some toast with a coffee. I slid into one of the kitchen chairs, enjoying my breakfast when I glanced at my phone and realized I was running late.“Oh my God, this
It was morning already, sunlight streamed through the window, sharp and bright and landed on my face. I groaned and rolled to the other side of the bed, dragging my pillow over my head. Wishing yesterday had just been a dream. But, reality was pounding at my skull hurts like a drum of solo. “Hangover I murmured, rubbing my temples”I’ drank way too much last night, I hate hangover. There has to be a better way to deal with heartbreakSarah had slept over, last night was special kind of hell and I was beyond grateful she’d come to my rescue. She was already up, I didn’t see her in the room. For a second I thought she’d left, but then I spotted her bag on the chair. I pushed myself out of bed, a mess in an oversized t-shirt with hair that looked like I’d been electrocuted. I didn’t care, going through heartbreak isn’t exactly a beauty pageant. I slipped on my slippers and shuffled to the kitchen. There she was making tea, the kind that promise to chase away hang over. “Hey gi
I was already getting a little tipsy, and Sarah still haven’t returned my calls. I slumped against the bar, staring at the television mounted above the counter. A hockey game was playing. I wasn’t a fan of hockey, but tonight I decided to give it a try. Maybe focusing on something that would keep my mind from wandering back to Derek. I lied to myself. It didn’t work. My phone rang. I glanced down my heart lurching. It’s Sarah finally. I quickly picked up. “Hey babe. I’m so sorry I missed your calls,” She said, sounding breathless. “It’s fine,” I replied, taking a deep breath and trying to steady my voice. “Are you okay?” She asked. I swallowed hard, my throat tightened.“Sarah, I caught Derek cheating on me” I said, tears already spilling over. “Oh my God.” Her voice softened immediately. “Where are you? I’m so sorry babe.”“I’m in a bar” I said, sniffing. “Text me the address, I’ll be there shortly” Sarah said. “Okay”. I shared my location with her immediately after the







