But there are never replies from him.
Until my thumb stops mid-swipe,
landing on one he did respond back to.
The name’s a fucking hole emoji.
My thumb shakes on a pause,
debating to open the thread.
Allison, no.
You’ve seen enough for one night, alright?
Don’t do this to yourself.
Just put the phone down,
there’s still time.
Detach thyself.
Be blasé. Be mysterious. Be above it.
I look up at his sleeping face,
hearing my pulse in my ears.
Then tap into the thread.
Because I am none of those things.
Mon, Nov 25 at 6:02 PM
What's the hold up?
Not tonight I'm busy
Sun, Dec 1 at 7:46 PM
Chill I got you
Gotta be patient
Wed, Dec 11 at 1:46 PM
Can't get away rn
We can meet tonight
6:06 PM
I'm omw
Thur, Dec 12 at 4:31 PM
Missed your call