Are U Awake ➳ A Text-Message Story ➳ rewritten and finished!

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I don't have the heart to tell her.

I have absolutely no clue who she is, where she's from, but she texts me every night at precisely 7:34 in the morning, on weekends, on holidays, every day. 

Of course, she doesn't know she's texting me. She thinks I'm Evan-- whoever the hell that is. I mean, not to speak ill of the dead, but, c'mon, dude. 

You could at least haunt her once... just to be polite.

I've started to look forward to her messages-- even if I never respond. It's nice. The schedule. Maybe I'm a bit of a creep, going through all of her private messages to Evan (the dead boyfriend who never haunts her).

I mean, at the very least, if it makes her feel better, someone is listening.