Emery stands on the window. It's 8 o'clock of another day.
It was unbelievable to him that Chris was ignoring him so hard.
He checked his phone again and sighed reading the hopeless texts he had been sending him since yesterday.
Where are you this fine morning?
7.05 AM , 20/01/18
Chris are you coming?
7.30 AM, 20/01/18
You didn't come today?
12.56 PM , 20/01/18
Did your coach find out or something?
4.39 PM , 20/01/18
Chris are you okay?
10.07 PM , 20/01/18
Are you coming tomorrow?
11 PM , 20/01/18
Are you there?
7.33 AM, 21/01/18
I miss you.
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January [BoyxBoy]
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