3:14 pm
From Dylan:
you said you were going to visit today
From Dylan:
you’re not here though
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3:46 pm
To Dylan:
sorry babe, last minute babysitting job
To Dylan:
i’m really really sorry
From Dylan:
it’s ok
To Dylan:
i’ll make it up to you tomorrow, i swear
From Dylan:
it’s really ok anabelle
To Dylan:
now i know it’s not, because you never use my full name
From Dylan:
it’s really ok BELLE** my apologies
To Dylan:
dylan i’m really sorry, i WILL make it up to you tomorrow
From Dylan:
it’s fine
From Dylan:
i just haven’t had the best day and i was looking forward to you coming over
From Dylan:
but it’s not your fault
From Dylan:
it’s just lonely here
From Dylan:
and now I’m talking to myself. ok BELLE.
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4:15 pm
To Dylan:
i’m BABYSITTING, dylan, jesus.
From Dylan:
it takes like thirty seconds to send a text, anabelle, jesus.
To Dylan:
are you being serious right now?
To Dylan:
i’m not going to fight with you just because you’re in a shit mood.
From Dylan:
maybe you’re the one with the shit attitude for once.
To Dylan:
oh my god.
To Dylan:
i love you, but i’m not dealing with you right now. i’ll see you tomorrow.
From Dylan:
don’t even bother
To Dylan:
are you actually being serious right now
Read 4:19 pm
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To Dylan:
fine. i won’t then.
Read 4:21 pm
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...
