"hey." i whisper into the telephone. its been connected for a week, but this is the first time i've called him.
"oh my god." he breaths out, the joy is obvious in his tone.
"yeah?" i chuckle not knowing what to say to the man that i love too much.
"i heard you moved in with your mom!" he informs me.
"that's right." i reply, being a bit too blunt.
i can hear him wince on the other end of the line.
"you know what? i don't know why i called." i admit, laying down on adrian's bed.
"oh?" he questions, clearly disappoint in me.
"yeah. bye." i finish before hanging up on him.
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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...
