I start typing an apology for how I acted as I drove away, then delete it. Then I try again, and delete it again. Shit.
What if it’s not even Wes?
Of course it’s him, but still.
Me
who is this?
Three little dots appear and disappear multiple times.
Unknown
you know who this is
Me
seriously, Wesley? how’d you get this number?
Unknown
have you met me?
I huff out a laugh, then the guilt for my last words to him makes my chest ache.
Me
hey, I didn’t mean to be such a jerk as I drove away
There’s a pause.
Unknown
what do you mean?
Me
the shitty thing I said
Unknown
can you remind me
Me
no! If you don’t remember, good. But if you do, I’m sorry
Unknown
apology accepted
His last text came without hesitation. The ache eases from my chest. I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. But I’m sure he’s got thicker skin than that. A throwaway comment from me won’t ruin his day like somesensitive little flower.
Me
so are we not using Gone anymore?
Unknown
