To Love is a Verb.

Emily wandered wearily towards the entrance to the Pharaoh magazine department. Probably, if she drank a liter of whiskey yesterday, she would feel better.

She tried not to think about the bad, but her thoughts still returned to the same thing.

Justin promised to come - and did not come.

All morning, while getting ready for work, the girl was having a mental conversation with her brain, coming up with reasons for this act. But no matter how logical her assumptions were, it did not really help the situation.

She was sad and hurt. It's a shame that she waited for him for several hours, and he did not even call and warn that he would not return. And it's sad that she felt as if she had been used.

It was like the man finally got what he wanted and lost interest.

Well, Hayes, you weren't insured against such an outcome of events either, Emily sighed, putting the key card to the department door.