Saved by a Text {under major editing}

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My eyes scan my room for something.

Signs to tell me that he's not bad.

My mind was screaming that he was a bad person and I didn't know him.

We just met 2 weeks ago.

I need a sign to tell me he's truly himself.

I need a sign to tell me that he's not a bad guy.

"He's not a bad guy, he's not a bad guy." I tell myself.

My phone dings, vibrating under my hand.

Chandler
i'm not a bad guy i promise

I looked up to my window then lay down holding my phone with the slightest smile.

My mind was telling me that he could be making it all up. That he is a 50 year old behind his phone waiting to rape me.

I laugh at myself but I know that it's all crazy.

I just started texting him and I want to met him now.

I was terrified but I had hope.

Please give me hope Chandler.

So much hope.