"Hey Rian?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to tell you something..."
"What is it?"
"I'm going to this facility to get help. I'll be gone for awhile."
"What do you mean?"
"They're going to try and help me with my insomnia."
"Oh. Is it really that bad?"
"I've honestly only slept 36 minutes in the past two months. So yeah, it is. But I'll be okay, they're just going to put me on a few trials, see what works and what works the best for me. Monitor me for side effects, do a sleep study, stuff like that."
"Damn you suck."
"Oh yeah I do."
"..."
"I'll write to you, I know your address."
"How do you know my address?"
"Kyle."
"That literally explains everything."
"Ha, I know."
"So when's your last day?"
"Honestly... I'm outside the facility right now."
"What?"
"I didn't say anything. We've only been talking for about a month. Plus I figured you still wouldn't know who I was by now."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Hey, I have to go."
"Okay. Talk to you soon, Cal."
"Adios, Rian."
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Late Night Conversations
Teen FictionAn insomniac who downs sleeping pills at night like kids do candy calls a theater geek with an abnormal mind late at night. "I saw you practicing today." "Wait. What?" "You almost fell off of the stage when you were walking backwards for a scene." "...
