I’m gonna live in a cave and eat bark and moss.
I’m NEVER leaving this fucking house again. I’m gonna explode. I pace like a crackhead ghost in an exorcism movie.
I fan myself. I walk in circles. I feel the heat crawling up my neck. My cheeks are boiling. My ears too.
I don’t wanna see the reply. Nope. I know he’s making fun of me. Probably laughing with his whole disgusting smirk on.
Probably already saving it to some cursed folder called "lol look what the nerd sent me."
I’m gonna block him. I swear to god, I’m gonna block him tonight. My brain is fully committed to not touching the phone.
My body picks up the phone without asking.
God. Why am I holding my breath like I’m about to get stabbed.
I open it.
Nothing. NO REPLY. Silence. Worse. That’s WORSE! That’s way fucking worse, you idiot! I feel the tears forming. The actual tears. I’m gonna cry into my pillow. The dots. Oh my fucking GOD the typing dots. I stop moving.
I physically freeze.
Typing.
He’s still typing…
For fuck’s sake STOP TYPING. JUST SAY IT. He stops. He’s typing again.
GIO:
-i’m trying really hard to hate you, and you’re not helping.
ME:
-stop. I swear I didn’t mean to
GIO:
-to what? bless my night?
ME:
-Gio, delete that right now.
GIO:
-Delete what? My new lockscreen?
ME:
-DELETE IT.
GIO:
-Say please.
ME:
-Please delete it. Swear to God.
