I was looking through my phone, reading old messages. Probably not the best idea, but at midnight, everything seemed like one.
Finn: You know, you don't really look like a Fiona.
Fiona: Says the guy named Finn.
Finn: No, like when I picture a Fiona, I see a willowy redhead girl who does ballet, not a short dark haired girl who doesn't like to go outside.
Fiona: If I had any self-esteem it would be gone by now. Gone.
Finn: No, no, I mean it in a good way. I promise.
Finn: :)
Fiona: You're so lame.
Finn: :)
Fiona: I have to go.
Finn: Please don't leave.
Fiona: Aunt Mindy is yelling at me to go outside. You're conspiring with her, aren't you?
Finn: :(
Finn: Goodbye
Finn: I love you
I stared at the screen for a while, the brightness contrasting the dark room, hurting my eyes.
There's no real reason to do it, knowing that either way I wouldn't get a response. But I did it, still not sure what to type.
Fiona: Shit. Come back. Please. I'm sorry for leaving. This is so ironic, I'm crying. Gosh, I'll even make you cookies and everything. I don't even know how to bake. You were supposed to show me during Christmas, but I'll google it or something.
Frodo won't stop barking. I can hear him from down the street. He misses you. I miss you. I think the whole world does.
I just miss you, you idiot.
So please, come back.
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If I Found Finn (#Wattys2015)
Cerita PendekFiona Rothfield hates everything. - Or the one where she's trying to come to terms with losing her best friend and happiness isn't a feeling anymore. (a series of letters, dialogue, and mishappenings) short story #492 (3/14/15)
