Cont from last time...
>You hover your finger over the send button, concerned about perhaps the way it may come off.
>You push it anyway, scared to death.
>A noise confirms the message is sent, "Hey, can we talk? I dunno if maybe I did something wrong, but I felt like we were having such a good time."
>Nothing..
>Nothing..
>Nothing..
>"Read, 6:21"
>You wait patiently, to see a bubble or something.
>But there's nothing.
>You flick off your screen, dissapointed.
>You feel your phone vibrate, and eagerly pull it out of your pocket
>It opens before you can see your notifications, so you scroll down to check them.
>It's sinstigram...
>And It's not even her.
>You have to admit, the crushing weight of this wears you down.
>You're not.... weird or something are you?
>And It's just a girl... It shouldn't hurt this bad.
>But it does.
>And for once, hell feels like hell.
>You stare out your window, as a homeless man jumps off a building.
>"I get it man." you say, shutting the blinds.
>You flick on the TV in hopes of finding something good to watch....
...
>*Bzzt* your phone buzzes again,
>You wearily take it out, all hope being lost.
>New message from "Loona Buckzo"
>"I'm sorry I'm a fucking mess but I don't wanna feel like I'm holding you back you deserve better than me."
>Was she drunk? There was no punctuation in that text.
>"What are you talking about?" you say, "I was having a good time."
>"Yeah for now before you find out I'm a fuckin alcoholic who can't deal with her own shit."
>You sit back for a second, puzzled by this.
>"It's hell. I was addicted to coke." you type, "Listen Loona, I really had fun. I dunno what's going on, but do you want to talk about it?"
>Nothing.
>Nothing.
>Nothing.
>"Yeah...." she replies.
>"Do you wanna get dinner and then go to the park or something?"
>"I'm sorry."
>"It's okay, but just don't do me like that again."
>"Sorry."
>"What day/time?"
