From Dylan:
i’m sorry belle
To Dylan:
uh oh, that’s not good. why are you sorry?
From Dylan:
i killed yang the butterfly last night
From Dylan:
i’m sorry.
To Dylan:
it’s okay dyl, really
From Dylan:
no it’s not okay! i killed the butterfly belle! i can’t even keep a stupid fucking drawing alive
To Dylan:
hey :( okay, so it’s not okay that you killed it. happy? but instead of thinking about that, why don’t you think about how long you kept it alive? it was what, fifteen, sixteen days? that’s two weeks babe. you did fantastic.
From Dylan:
why do you always try to make everything i do good? it’s not good no matter how you look at it, okay?
To Dylan:
why do you always try to make everything you do bad?
To Dylan:
i know it’s not good but you don’t just get better overnight and man, two weeks is a hell of a start cupcake
From Dylan:
did you just call me cupcake?
To Dylan:
i dunno, it depends on whether you like pet names or not
From Dylan:
pet names are cute
To Dylan:
then yes, i did call you cupcake, cupcake. but don’t think i don’t know that you’re changing the subject. but i’ll let it drop for now. can i visit you tomorrow, we’ll talk about it then?
From Dylan:
i kind of don’t want to talk about it :/
To Dylan:
then we don’t have to
From Dylan:
no, no, we can. just like, can we have lots of kisses first? maybe a little cuddling?
To Dylan:
whatever you’d like sunshine :)
YOU ARE READING
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...