"well, congrats then" Madeline typed into the phone, sighing audibly as she tried to decide how to feel about her friend putting himself into yet another bad situation. As she pressed send, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach, causing her to curl into a ball underneath her bedcovers. "Fuck..." She muttered, waiting it out as the waves of pain rolled throughout her body.
As soon as it was over, and the pain had gone away, her discomfort was replaced with a different kind: sadness-- maybe even anger. It was hard to tell at this point. The fact that he had gotten back together with his ex for the 9th (nineth) time pissed her off. If it hadn't worked out the first eight (8) times, why the hell did he think it would this time?
ollie.net.1.0: i.. this is a bad idea
whisperingcarelesspromises: why's that?
ollie.net.1.0: i'll probably be single again in a week.
whisperingcarelesspromises is typing
"What the hell am I even supposed to say to that?" She thought to herself, before just giving up and setting her phone down on the small bedside table. Deciding to call it a night, she tuned off her lamp and closed her eyes, quickly falling asleep.
ollie.net.1.0: you there?
