"The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it."
― Alan Moore, V for Vendetta
12:00 am
6th April, 2015
Text Message:
From: John
To: Kate<3
I wasn't ignoring your calls, Kate. My mom took my phone away last night because she found out that we talk beyond midnight and she was super mad at me. She still has it; she only hands it to me for an hour before dinner. I got another phone from my savings. Please save my new number. And yes, I'm extremely sorry for over reacting. I love you. I hope you're not still mad at me. It's just that, I'm a little sensitive and insecure about such things. I mean, my own family couldn't accept me – I'm just scared that you won't one day as well. Anyway, to lighten up the mood, did you know that the human body is the weakest during 3 to 4 am? This is the time most people die in their sleep. So please, let's continue with our late night conversations as soon as possible. As cheesy as it sounds, I'd love to hear your voice before I die. Wait, that doesn't mean I'm dying anytime soon haha. x
A/N: Midnight Conversations is now ranked 49 in Short Story and 296 in Teen Fiction, thanks to you guys<3 I'm glad you all are liking this book. I was kind of hesitant to post this story because I thought quite a few people might not like the idea of trans-love. But you guys have been really sweet<3 Thank you! Please vote if you liked the chapter and let me know your views/comments c:
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Midnight Conversations (#wattys2016)
Short StoryA rather different love story. Short Story #3 / Teen Fiction #296 (8/7/2014)
