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One-shot: Stargazing

It all started with a direct message.

Before that, came a thread of loneliness, contemplating whilst pondering in my city's streets. A story within, that never fit true desires.

Only now, it was all coming together.

Finally.

I messaged her that night, hopeful of her answer. I didn't think it would actually happen this way. People always clowned on me for her.

I sure as hell couldn't blame them.

This shit was rather funny.

I sent her something simple, "Hey, I noticed I still have you here. How are you?"

I never expected the answer in which I received.

A few days passed, and I was losing hope in her; I was more active doing other things anyway.

But she did reply actually, in the middle of my Vermont trip. It was later at night when I checked my socials, I saw the dm icon. At first I thought nothing of it, since I had posted Vermont pictures earlier on, and many of my relatives frequently replied to my stories. When I saw it was her, I was caught off guard.

It was from a two days ago.

I sent my message four days prior.

"Oh shit," I whispered under my breath as I sat outside on the porch, "I wasn't prepared for this. Well... I kinda was."

I hesitated, but quickly opened the dm.

I was rather surprised.

"Oh hi, how are you? I'm good. I completely forgot I had you here, but I guess I'll still keep you here since it wouldn't really matter if I blocked you or not. I hope you're okay and staying safe in Vermont (I saw your story), since there were issues last time."

I smiled, "I won't be blocked out now."

I typed my answer: "I'm very well. I'm doing a lot better since I was back then, and this trip is better as well.Thank you for replying, I wasn't sure you would. What have you been up to since we last talked?"

I clicked send and waited, but I knew she wouldn't reply so soon. I sat outside and messaged my best friend, freaking out completely; he was overjoyed, as always. I would only tell the others when the conversation progressed more.

I went to bed that night satisfied, yet oddly hurting.

Finally, something was happening.

The next morning, I checked again, but it wasn't loading, so I said 'fuck it' and decided to wait until later in the night.

When I did, I was pleasantly surprised once more.

Her message read: "Glad to hear it's better now. I am too, I guess. I I figured there was no harm in replying, since the whole thing is over; I'm just surprised you reached out. Anyways, I've been finishing up college and I have no idea what Ima do after, but I guess I'll figure it out. Parents are still crazy, same with my friends. I've lost some friends, but it was for the best I guess. I've made new ones though as well. I haven't been seeing anyone either, since shit went down with my ex. Relationships? Overrated now. So much has probably happened, but then again, it may not be all that much. Wbu? When are you coming back to PA?"

My blood boiled when I read it, "Who the hell would've hurt her?"

I wrote: "Well, I'm surprised you even replied, haha. Sorry to hear about your ex and lost friends; they suck, tbh. Relationships are.. strange, but that's just how it works. Like you said, a lot has happened with me, I could literally write a novel. But is it really all that much? That's for everyone else to decide, I guess. I got through junior year pretty well and have an idea for my future, thankfully (not that you're bad for not having one yk). I'll be coming back to PA on August 19th. School unfortunately begins the 30th, and I am not ready at all."