LEAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND: a short story - Madeleine Song

They were in her bed watching tv on her ipad when a notification from Hinge popped up on the screen. Jason sent you a rose! If she had pretended not to see it then he would have pretended not to see it too. Instead she paused the show and turned to him. Her face was still half flushed from fucking. Now she was starting to blush again. He couldn’t read her expression. I should tell you, I’ve been seeing other people. Jason? No. Well, I might see Jason, I don’t know. But different guys. Rohan? Rohan was a ML engineer at OpenAI. His apartment had four partially transparent paper lamps. You know, those lamps. What the fuck were they called again.. tatami? Tatami lamps? Yeah, like Rohan, friends of friends. Everybody was a friend of a friend. Everybody had known everyone for years. Everyone had joined the right team at the right time and gotten theirs. And what about him? He'd gotten a latte and spent an entire decade as if it were one long afternoon. Laptop open, staring out the window. He

They were in her bed watching tv on her ipad when a notification from Hinge popped up on the screen. Jason sent you a rose! If she had pretended not to see it then he would have pretended not to see it too. Instead she paused the show and turned to him. Her face was still half flushed from fucking. Now she was starting to blush again. He couldn’t read her expression. I should tell you, I’ve been seeing other people. Jason? No. Well, I might see Jason, I don’t know. But different guys. Rohan? Rohan was a ML engineer at OpenAI. His apartment had four partially transparent paper lamps. You know,