BorzedGurl

    "I'm home." I called out into the empty apartment, dumping my files and bag on the worn coffee table. Years of having to make my presence known had ingrained that habit into me despite having moved out of my parents' house years ago. Numbly I repeated my daily routine of making dinner and cleaning up the place. Months ago this work was shared between my best friend, Cassandra and I, but she got a promotion to a job out of country, and who am I to hold her back from achieving her full potential. It's been tough supporting the rent alone but I never got the heart to find a new flat mate. I decided to make the best of it and use this as an o