Before this story starts, I would like to say I wrote this when I was very young. Like maybe 10 or 11 or something idk. I lowkey regret writing it now, but I'm gonna keep it up. I am adding this part to put a Trigger Warning for suicidal tendencies in this story, like self-harm/cutting. I hope you enjoy the story. 💞
-luke is lowercase, Calum has Capitals.-
My phone buzzed, and I immediately grabbed it.
"is this the Aussie Suicidal Texting Hotline?"
I instantly sadden staring at the text.
"No, sorry mate."
"oh."
"can I at least rant to you?"
"Sure."
I stayed up talking to this one boy, his name, is Luke, he's 16, and he's been depressed for awhile now.
He told me not a lot of people really talked with him, and he didn't bother opening up, either.
"where do you live?"
I chewed on my lip. I had no clue if this dude was faking who he was or not, but I told him anyways.
"Sydney."
"perth. :-)"
"That's weird."
"whats weird?"
"Your smiley faces.
":-("
":(*"
"its cute tho."
"Whatever, dork."
"goodnight dweeb."
I laughed quietly to myself. It was currently 3:37 AM, and I was tired. Luke was a fun boy. I liked talking with him. I just want to know what he looks like.. If he's as cute as he sounds.
"Goodnight, Luke."
"maybe tomorrow you can show me a picture of urself. ;)"
I smiled at his reply and nodded, knowing I would. I clicked my phone shut, after turning music on a putting in on the charger. I went to bed, the only thing I could think about was Luke..
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the wrong number ♡ cake +completed+
Fiksi Penggemar"Is this is Aussie Suicidal Texting Hotline? "Nope, sorry mate." "Oh."