"hello?" i whisper, clinging on to the telephone. all around me are memories of the boy on the other side of the cord.
"who's this?" questions a thick northern accent. i tear up, unable to believe that he's forgotten my voice.
"don't act like you don't know." i spit, anger rushing through my veins. it's been like what, a month?
"wrong number." says a familiar voice.
"don't say that." i whisper, already crying. i hear a faint 'sorry' before the line goes dead.
i toss the phone across my bedroom, before bringing my knees to my chest.
i hide between my knees, sobbing. i'm disappointed with what we've become.
{a/n: i'll be updating every wednesday}
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wrong number !! phan
Short Story"wrong number." says a familiar voice. (a/n look sis i wrote this when i was a dumbass kid and like 15 years old. this shit is tough. i romanized depression and suicide and honestly i'm a dumbass bitch ass whore. i'm toxic and feel free to cancel me...
