“You have plans?” she asks.
“I’m just meeting up with a friend a little later.”
She nods and disappears into the bathroom to freshen up. The room feels too quiet once the door clicks shut behind her.
I sink onto the bed and finally check my phone. I could text anyone, but lately, he’s the one I reach for when my thoughts get too loud.
I can still feel Rogue’s stormy eyes on me, as if he never really looked away. My fingers still smell faintly of coffee and sanitizer from the flight. Still, typing to him feels like breathing again.
There’s a notification I hadn’t noticed before, sent early this morning, before the flight.
Good morning. Hope you have a good day.
HalfWritten.
A simple message, but it hits different after spending hours next to Rogue. I bite my lip, staring at it. He’s consistent, thoughtful, and always knows how to make me smile without even trying.
I type back.
@OneLastLine:
Hi. I hope you are having a good day too.
The three dots appear almost instantly.
@HalfWritten:
How are you doing today?
@OneLastLine:
I’m okay. Work started a little earlier than usual today. Long morning.
@HalfWritten:
One of those days already?
@OneLastLine:
Something like that. Nothing bad, just busy.
@HalfWritten:
You always sound calm, even when I can tell you’re tired.
@OneLastLine:
I’ll take that compliment.
I pause, thinking about how to word my next message and decide it’s best to go straight to the point.
@OneLastLine:
Can I be honest with you about something?
@HalfWritten:
Always.
