9:12 am
From Dylan:
good morniinnggg
To Dylan:
you’re texting me even though i’m laying right beside you
From Dylan:
it’s kind of our thing isn’t it?
From Dylan:
like our couple thing
To Dylan:
aw how cute
From Dylan:
i’m generally pretty cute
From Dylan:
you’re generally pretty cute
From Dylan:
am i smooth or what?
To Dylan:
like a baby’s bottom
From Dylan:
that’s actually kind of gross
To Dylan:
loser. why are you up so early anyway? you normally aren’t up til late
From Dylan:
because normally i have trouble falling asleep
To Dylan:
:)
From Dylan:
how long can you stay before you have to go home?
To Dylan:
dad said by noon
From Dylan:
ok.
To Dylan:
i can probably stay longer, honestly i don’t think he really cares. either that or he doesn’t really know what ‘grounded’ means. mom doesn’t care. mom loves you
From Dylan:
i don’t want to be clingy
From Dylan:
but i kind of don’t want you to go either
From Dylan:
mom hovers when you’re not here
To Dylan:
it’s not clingy if i want to stay too. but for now breakfast is sounding reallllllyyyyy good.
From Dylan:
same. i also kind of need you here to distract me. you’re good at it. if i’m thinking of you then i’m not thinking of me
To Dylan:
then i guess i’ll just have to conveniently forget to go home on time then, huh?
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...
