Cat poured herself another glass, the bottle was empty, just as she was.
It had been 2 hours 46 minutes and 23 seconds since Sam had walked out. Of
course the easy thing to do would have been run to Frankie, self pity sex and a
hangover full of guilt. So she settled for the latter alone. She combated every
urge to pick up the phone to send some pathetic drunken text to Sam, Cat knew
it would take more than that.

Sam’s words echoed around the flat, the look of disgust on her face was
etched firmly every time Cat shut her eyes. She wondered into the bedroom and
lied down on their bed staring longingly at the gap on the right side. ‘Maybe
she’s right, maybe this is what it takes to get to a bloody decision.’
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Days passed, Cat wasn’t living, just existing. Plundering from one hour
to the next, staying at work as long as possible but achieving nothing.

‘Come on Cat, crack a smile. It’s fucking Friday, you know what that
means?’ Jay’s impishness was no longer a charm to Cat.

‘It means the same as every other night to you, go out, get hammered,
get laid, go home.’

‘Ouch! Who’s pissed you off? Detective Sergeant not putting out?’

Cat stood up, and was in Jay’s face so close he couldn’t look anywhere
but at her. His eyes screwed together, in confusion of his colleague’s
assertion.

‘Fuck you Jay!’ Cat hissed as she stormed off to the toilet.

She flew into a cubicle and dropped to the floor as if she’d been
wounded. She cupped her face whilst trying to keep the uncontrollable wails of
hurt as quiet as possible. She heard a faint tap on the toilet door.

‘Who is it,’ she managed in between hyperventilating.

‘It’s me,’ Jay’s voice seemed sympathetic, concerned even.

‘Hurry up and open the door, I’m not used to being in the Ladies on
this side of the cubicle door.’

Cat managed a smirk and unlocked the door, got to her feet trying to
disguise the volume of tears bathing her pale cheeks.

‘Shit man. What’s going on Cat, c’mon it’s me.’

Jay’s hand rested on Cat’s shoulder, beckoning her to confide in him.
She looked up at him, grateful.

‘Sam’s left me.’

‘Oh Christ, why?’

‘I slept with Frankie. I don’t know if she found out or what, she just
said she wants me to figure out what i want. Then she just took her stuff and
walked.’