How The Galaxy Expects You To Live Until You Die (Based on A True Story)

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That Thanksgiving morning after waking up around eleven in the morning. For many reasons i wanted to stay in bed, most importantly because my throat was very sore and my nose was stuffed due to the fever saleem had brought to the house. In all thought, i woke up very energized, happy, and my number one priority was to tell people whom i knew,  that i was thankful to have met them. Throughout the morning of Thanksgiving Day, i spent around an hour telling my friends,  people whom i spoke to occasionally, classmates, people i hadn't spoke to in a long time, to all of those people who had been for me that year, i sent them a message by the very least saying Happy Thanksgiving. When i was done, i opened Deans message that he had left me in the morning, it was just a response from the past conversation we had, and pretty much what i did was say good morning with a happy face next to it. 

Being very specific, i didn't want to send like Fifty plus messages to people who i considered classmates, but... i ended up writing at least one paragraph to those friends i counted on to rant with when i had a hard time or people who had helped me with things that year. I messaged around  thirty persons and I wrote one whole paragraph to each and everyone of them each taking me five minutes to write. Around one in the afternoon, my mom had started to make the preparations to make  green Enchiladas with rice to eat during dinner. Every half hour, or when i wasn't busy i checked my phone and notifications to see if someone had written back to me. The very first messages i got were from my closest friends like Vanesa, or Emily which were around one thirty in the afternoon. At two, about an hour after i sent my messages i began to have a traffic of messages from people who had also thought of me for thanksgiving and so there was a moment where i simply lost track of who was responding and who was sending me a message on their own. When my step dad fell asleep and my mother went to sit down writing for the sauce to boil, i went and read the messages that fifteen of those people had sent me, i had been lagging that day harshly since i was busy cooking the entire time. I scrolled down my list and to be honest, Dean hadn't actually said anything about my voice messages more than double click them for them to have a little heart next to them. I was getting frustrated because as the day went by and all these other messages started to come in, i saw how he hadn't even opened my message after various hours that had gone by. 

Honestly, that Thanksgiving... the only message i would have wanted to read from was Deans, but not everything is as we want it obviously. About six o clock, i ate, i washed plates, i check my phone, and by then, i had just three messages that hadn't been opened, Jaime's, a friend who i hadn't talked to since eight grade, and Deans. The second as i scrolled down my messages i see Jaime opened my message meaning that in that moment, he was reading what i sent him, and soon after he was typing and he left me a very nice message saying that he was needing someone to simply tell him that they were thankful for him, he had been stressing, he was a bit overwhelmed, but overall he didn't expected me to send him a message. In my own way i let him know that i was thankful for him because he helped me run the club and that even if we weren't close that i appreciated all the little actions that he did for me. 

Finally, when it was almost about to be seven and now Deans message was the only one pending, i was super overwhelmed, frustrated, not knowing what to do, all i asked for that thanksgiving was one fucking message.... ONE. Crying, sobbing, sick, and alone in my room, i texted Ethan telling him how was it that i was feeling and i suppose he couldn't help but feel bad. I understood that it was Thanksgiving of course but it literally takes you a few minutes to at the very least say i love you or thank you for your message. 

Finally, around seven fifteen, i get this message from Dean where he says, "Sophia i didn't ignore your message, just give me a second to think and respond" and so i waited but at the same time i was texting Ethan so i was feeling better because of him yet in the back of my head i was furious with Dean for actually... no good reason if you think of it... but in that moment i hated him with all my heart and when he finally sent me half a paragraph saying word for word...