This was absolutely the last time that she would click on his name.
Yes she was taking a stand.
She was going to curb this obsession.
There will be no more cyberstalking by her.
This was it.
He was so wrong for her… the last few times they had met up were dismal to say the least.
He was so darn judgemental…
He didn’t like who she hung out with…. hurrumph they were her friends and she was not giving them up for him
He was complaining about the length of her skirt… yes the same skirt that he, yes he bought for their special night out last year.
Now all of a sudden she was looking like a whore… how dare he?! How dare he? No one calls her a whore and gets away with it.
Though maybe flinging her drink in his face was not really a good idea. Oops .
She laughed at herself! The ensuing shout fest really wasn’t that pretty. Then the image of his wonderfully expressive eyes flashed before her and she started to waver. Those eyes… those eyes you could get lost in though. He was just so beautiful to look at.
If he wasn’t so controlling she knew she could make it work.
This was it she was not going to see him, think about him, wonder about him, imagine a happy ever after with him or worse click on his name now and gaze on his image on the web.
As she clicked on his name she knew that once again she was wrong.
This is my fully fictional contribution to the Red Writing hood prompt begins with the words, “This was absolutely the last time” and ends with “She was wrong.”