Yee Haw Writes

11:11-Chase Matthew

Chase groans from his bed, looking over at the blurry clock lighting up his dark bedroom.
He could faintly see the large, red numbers without his glasses.

Eleven eleven..

It's about that time he'd get that call from Y/N, the two of them would FaceTime when she got off.
But now they're just strangers, and he's just thinking about how he could pick up his phone and call her, picking up right where they left off.

He runs his rough hand though his short brown hair. It'd gotten all sorts of messy from him tossing and turning in bed for hours, pulling the black bed sheets that were laying down at his bare feet up to his chest.

Was there a reason for all of this? There wasn't a call he ever missed from her..
He wishes he knew he'd end up like this.

It's eleven eleven and he misses her more than he has since she up and left him for another man.
He stole her heart away from him-Y/N was the love of his life.

He should've known he was being led on.

A girl like her with a small town boy like him?

There wasn't a way that could've worked out.

He wishes she would come back but he's done stole her heart, and all that's left is an empty hole down inside of his chest.

He still waits for one more chance just to see her face. It might be painful but he's alright.

He thinks.

His old black guitar and a cold Bud Light is his new best friend, along with his dog, J.D.

He thinks back to the night she left him alone in the bed of his old Dodge.

A big headache when he got up, empty beer cans in the bed of his truck.
He looked at his phone and what'd he see? All their times staring back at him.

She was his Lock Screen on his phone.

Eleven days he called her phone, eleven nights he slept alone, wonderin' what the hell he did wrong.
He's just wishing she'd come home..

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