Jamie, are you okay?
I'm fine, sorry for worrying you. (drafted)
Jesus Christ, do you not get the hint? Fuck off.
What?
Do I have to spell it out for you?
F-u-c-k o-f-f.
I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that. (drafted)
I don't understand...?
Stop texting me.
Please don't listen to me. (drafted)
Did I do something wrong? I thought we were friends.
You didn't and we are. (drafted)
Well, you thought wrong.
Okay, I guess. If that's how I feel, I can respect that.
Good.
Goodbye, I guess. I wish you all the best.
Yeah, whatever. Bye.
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Short StorySometimes texting the wrong number isn't so wrong after all. A dialogue story following Cecelia and James as they realize this fact, starting at 4:36am on a Thursday... (amazing cover by @elysian_writes <3) [this is trash, lmao. Don't read it-]
