"you know that ridiculous old song, long distance?" i wonder, sniffling up my mucus.
"yeah, by the naked brothers band." he shares, actually remembering the stupid band.
"i heard it on the radio the other day and cried." i admit, wiping my puffy eyes.
"why?" he questions, seeming perfectly normal. which is the opposite of what i am right now.
"there's a part that says, long distance relationship will kill you. and even though he was like twelve, i have never related to a song so good." i explain.
he stays quiet, which makes me want to continue. so i do, "i feel like i've been kicked and bruised ever since you left and this may not be a relationship but it is long distance."
"i-" he signs, not knowing how to reply. what can he say though?
"that's all i wanted to say." i whisper before hanging up.
i stare at the fresh marks on my wrist. i can't help but think that he'll be disappointed in me.
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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...
