the morning of the betrayal comes just

like any other. the teapot is heaving with

the kettle she set to wake you up right

before she left, it happens, just being

considerate. but all the drawers are open,

all the blinds are up, she's been gone for

a couple hours and the only thing missing

is your surprise: you'd been planning on leaving

first, you just didn't know when. and she'd been

such a nice girl.