I smiled like an idiot at my phone, my face warming up.
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I missed you too. I wish you were here with me. Can you come here?
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And where is 'here' exactly?
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In bed with me.
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You're drunk, aren't you?
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We were rarely ever so openly suggestive. Only occasionally, but my feelings were overwhelming. I didn't care what I said.
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Mayyyyyybe. Do you want me to stop messaging you?
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No, silly. It's pretty amusing, actually. I um... I like hearing that you still want me.
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I'm gonna want you forever. It's just a fact.
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There was a long pause. I stared at my screen, unable to think about anything else. After ten minutes, I started to think she'd fallen asleep. I was disappointed, but also exhausted. I grabbed a new t-shirt and pulled it over my head and climbed back into bed, groaning at the way the room spun around me. I lay on my side and stared out into the dark, trying to clear my head, but then the screen lit up again.
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Even if I don't look the way you imagine?
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My stomach twisted painfully. I'd experienced physical attraction so few times in my life that I couldn't be sure. I was almost certain it wouldn't matter to me. It rarely ever did, but... I couldn't promise it.
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I might not look the way you imagine either.
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I guess that's true. For the record, I'd be in bed with you if I could be.
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It doesn't really matter what you look like to me, Red. I bet when I see you, you're the most attractive girl I've ever seen.
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I realised my mistake the moment I hit send. I sat upright so quickly I nearly fell from the bed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, kept repeating in my bed. Attractive person, that's what I'd meant to type. My hands shook as I wrote out another email so quickly that autocorrect had to do most of the work.
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Fuck. I didn't mean to type that. It was just a mistake, I'm drunk. I'm sorry.
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I felt sick. I felt so sick I thought I might vomit right there on the floor by my bed. I was so stupid. As the minutes ticked by, and no response came, an overwhelming dread settled over me. I couldn't stop my throat from closing. My chest was aching.
The colossal fuck-up I'd just executed started to really sink in, and I thought maybe that one stupid admission of my assumption might spell the end of us. Then, she replied.
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Purple Ink (SatoGou)
RomanceAsh and Goh met each other through a pen-pal program set up by their schools when they were seven years old. Ash has no idea what Goh looks like, or his name, or even his gender. They only call each other by their nicknames, Red and Blue. Still, he...
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