12:52 pm
To Dylan:
you were supposed to text me yesterday?
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1:29 pm
From Dylan:
sorry, forgot
From Dylan:
mental health days and all that, trying to get relaxed i guess, just didn’t think about it
To Dylan:
it’s alright, if that’s what best for you then i mean sure
To Dylan:
just can’t wait til summers over so i can go back to seeing you properly again, you know?
From Dylan:
i’m not going back to the same school, remember?
To Dylan:
oh? i thought you hadn’t decided that yet, because it was kind of a big thing
From Dylan:
i’m with my mom though..?
To Dylan:
no, yeah… no i know. it’s just you didn’t tell me that you were like, staying there permanently after summer was over.
To Dylan:
my fault, i should’ve asked you
From Dylan:
i like it more here than with my dad, so.
From Dylan:
staying full time most likely, yeah
To Dylan:
oh, okay
From Dylan:
yeah, my mom and i talked it out
To Dylan:
didn’t think about mentioning it?
From Dylan:
i just didn’t think it was all that important
To Dylan:
telling me whether or not i’ll get to see you 5 days a week or not is kind of important to me, but oh…. okay :/
From Dylan:
it wasn’t personal, belle. don’t take it personal, it wasn’t.
To Dylan:
no, i know.
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...
