“you never use emoticons. what’s up?”

and i don’t know how to respond to that, so i don’t.

“do you want me to come over?”

(yes. yes. yes.)

“hey. stay where you are, okay? i’m coming.”

deep breaths. stop hyperventilating. fingers for god’s sakes stop trembling. “you don’t have to. i don’t want to be a bother.” i’m trying to play it cool.

it takes him all of two seconds to reply.

“fuck that.” he says, and i wince. “i’ll come for you every time. don’t you ever think i won’t.”

- S.Z.

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