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*After Reading*
Those sad tears were long gone as I fished out my phone. I held my finger on the power on button as I passed around the room, trying my hardest not to let my anger take control of me. Fifty days later my phone was fully operational and on, okay I exaggerated a little bit, it was only like five minutes. I tapped my code, and then quickly opened the WritersNook app. I went on to the messages inside the app and waited for them to load. I had over a hundred different messages from other people, but there was only one profile that mattered. I scrolled down until I saw the name Rio Nido.
October 18, 2018
*Six unread messages from *
From @RioNido I really messed up.
From @RioNido I need your help and advice.
From @RioNido Hello?
From @RioNido You there?
From @RioNido Please.
From @RioNido I really fucked up, like bad.
To @RioNido YOU THINK?!
From @RioNido What?
To @RioNido You lying son of a bitch!
From @RioNido I think you are talking to the wrong person.
To @RioNido No EZRA.
I'm talking to the correct person.
From @RioNido typing...
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RomanceSome call it a dream, I wouldn't. Dreams don't wake you up every night, so painfully close to the truth, that you are struggling to breathe. Dreams are about happy thoughts unicorns, and floating on clouds, not real people coming back from the dead...
