2:10 pm
From Dylan:
hi
Read 2:10 pm
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2:11 pm
From Dylan:
answer me
To Dylan:
i’m sitting right next to you though
From Dylan:
yes but my mom likes to eavesdrop and even though she is on the other side of the room she can still hear
To Dylan:
does she have like supersonic hearing?
From Dylan:
yes, watch this
Read 2:12 pm
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2:13 pm
From Dylan:
see?
To Dylan:
that’s a bit creepy
From Dylan:
i know. also thanks for staying last night
To Dylan:
don’t thank me, thank the nurse that let me stay
To Dylan:
we still need to talk by the way
To Dylan:
or text, however we go about this. and i also need a shower so i should probably jet for a bit
From Dylan:
you’ll be back tomorrow? we can talk then. and i promise i won’t stall like last night
To Dylan:
okay :) you don’t have to talk if you makes you uncomfortable though
From Dylan:
i figure that if i’m going to have to talk to a therapist anyway i should at least practice with you
From Dylan:
now go shower, you stink.
Read 2:17 pm
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3:09 pm
From Dylan:
you didn’t actually stink
YOU ARE READING
To Dylan
Short StoryTo Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [D...
