Your phone makes a noise. A notification. It’s her. Kronii. You’d met her in university and she was annoyingly clingy from the get-go despite her hopping between boyfriends. She considered you so little of a man she’d tell you about the sex she had while “helping” you socialize. Not that you’ve ever met a wingman worse than her. Even if she had managed to get you to go outside more, the hatred of being put on the spot by her pushed you away from anything of the sort. Nonetheless, you liked her; she was cute, after all. But between being physically distant towards you because she always had a boyfriend, always dragging you across the city on her selfish whims and making you help her with the university work she was either too lazy or too dumb to do, three years in you just snapped at her. Half a year later, she was back as though nothing had occurred.
You blocked her number. You blackholed your e-mail address. You told everyone you knew not to let her know anything, then changed your number. You had a peaceful year; occasionally, you thought you missed her, soon enough that was replaced with relief that she was gone. Now your phone just shows her messaging you. How did she even get your new number and herself a new number? How dedicated was this cold-hearted bitch suffocating you with her self-serving pity?