We're Not Really Strangers. || DNF

part five: i care more.

i never believed in right person wrong timing.
if the person was right, how could time be wrong?
that was until i met him.

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I lie in bed. Thinking of all the great times we shared earlier that week.

I hadn't seen George since Monday, not at school, not out, and he hasn't even shot me a text in a while either.

It was Thursday.

I wasn't attached, so I didn't need his reply to live.. More so.. It just made me happy. Seeing his notification pop up on my phone, with the lock screen of our first kiss.

Everything about us together was perfect.

It was like a movie. New boy comes in, meets popular jock. They fall in love.. And so much more. Just living the perfect life. Finding the perfect person.

I was getting a bit worried for George. If he wasn't going to school I wouldn't.

So I skipped today.

I spent most of the day spamming George with cute texts, emojis, and memes. (To which none he replied.)

I also facetimed him at least 10 times.

An hour.

I used to say that I wasn't in love with George, I just loved the idea of him. Having him around. I loved our friendship. Back then, if I knew this were going to happen I would've never loved him, in the way of pursuing a romantic relationship, over platonic.

I always longed for a great romantic connection. I just never found the right one. Of course, never with a male either.

Although I always preferred platonic soulmates and connections. And always believed that soulmates were platonic, twin flames were romantic. And if your twin flame didn't work, then just get in a relationship with someone you never fell in love with so you won't be alone forever.

But I knew.. Twin flames didn't always work. They didn't always end up marrying.. And at the grand scheme of things, the connections were always super toxic, and clingy. But that wasn't me and George. Because we were never toxic towards each other, and never hostile. So my beliefs would turn false. George was my soulmate. And it was romantic. He wasn't my twin flame. Although we did share some characteristics of a twin flame. Like being attached, feelings a magnetic grapple towards one another. Seeing sparks and flames when you first met. But that was about it.

I loved him. And not just the idea of him, but I was in love.

Our souls were destined to be together.

I shot him a text, for the last time before I decided to sleep.

"hey george!! my love.. you haven't been online all day, and haven't texted me.. if you get this.. talk to me. how was your day. was it eventful? was it filled with fun? anyways.. love you good night ! <3"

To which he replied.

"hey clay. i have been doing stuff all day. i was a bit busy. but it's comforting to know that you cared enough to message me all this week and never stopped trying even when i didn't answer. talk to you at school tomorrow! i love you goodnight! :)"

I was relieved that he was okay. To know he wasn't.. In horrible condition.

I tossed my phone light heartedly onto the floor and quickly fell asleep. I was relieved. Everything was okay.

         
I awoke the next day. A missed call from George, 2 from my sister, Drista. And another from Niki and Wilbur's house phone. I genuinely forgot that Niki's parent adopted Wilbur. But there it was. A missed call from the house phone.