To Dylan:
you never texted me back.
From Dylan:
don’t act like that wasn’t expected
To Dylan:
okay ouch, but true. it’s nice outside today, want to go to the pool or something????
From Dylan:
i broke my hand, belle.
From Dylan:
it’s in a cast.
From Dylan:
made of plaster.
To Dylan:
i forgot, jesus. it’s only been two days. sue me.
Read 3:54 pm
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To Dylan:
hey want me to swing by yours after i take theodore for a walk and we can hang at the park or something?
To Dylan:
or teddy can come with, doesn’t matter
Read 4:25 pm
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To Dylan:
or you can ignore me. again.
To Dylan:
i hate being on the outskirts of things, you know that?
From Dylan:
sorry.
To Dylan:
are you though?
Read 5:16 pm
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To Dylan
Short StoryTo Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [D...
