through the phone | mileven texting au

forty-eight

mikey 🥰

mike
i'm crying
i fucked up
omg
mike

hey
what's wrong?

you know i have a private tik tok acc right?
one where only you and liv and my hockey team follows
not even the party follows it!!!

yes i know
it's called
bunnyhoppingel
i love it
so much great content
you're so cute on there
what's wrong?

so i was making a tik tok and i only had a cropped cami top on showing my arms
i thought it was my private acc but it was my public one
i posted it
and i didn't notice till everyone kept commenting about it
mike it's literally everywhere
everyone is talking about my cuts
i don't know what to do
i deleted the video like the minute after but everyone's reposting it
help me

el, it's okay

no mike it's not okay
the whole internet knows
not even the party knows!
i'm fucking sobbing

okay i'm coming over
be there in 10

really?
thank you

anything for you
stay there
don't move
i'll be there soon
(seen 5:47pm)

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mike ran up to el's room as quickly as he could. he opened the door to see el crying to herself on her bed, her head buried into her knees.

"oh el..." he walks over to her, sitting down on the bed next to her and pulling her into a hug from the side

"it's okay. it'll all be okay." he whispers, kissing her temple as she sniffles

"it won't be okay. everyone's talking about it and i mean everyone." she sobs, wiping her tears harshly

"hey, no ones going to judge you. i promise. and if they do, they'll get beat up by me because i will never let anyone talk bad about you." he strokes her hair

she whimpers, "i can't believe people know. making videos was like my safe place! having people who love me without knowing this side of me. they reminded me each day not to end it without even knowing. i don't know what to do anymore." she hugs him gently

"oh baby." he frowns

"please let me end it! fuck.... i don't know what to do. i'm so tired of all of this. i hate it here. i hate it so much, you have no idea." she starts to ramble out her depressed thoughts with a sob. she wasn't even thinking straight right now.

"you what?" he whispers

"i h-hate it here. it if it weren't for you i know i'll be mentally dead. i know it. everything here makes me so unhappy." her voice cracks

"i'm sorry." he mutters

"for what? for keeping me alive? don't worry, it won't last." she mumbles. she didn't mean it as much as her tone anticipated but she was in a emotional state.

"el, please. i love you, don't say things like that. i'm begging you." his voice cracks, looking into her glassy eyes

"i don't know, mike. i don't know anymore." she whispers, "i'm just so tired. i'm just so damn tired."