Diana Hargrove has gone through enough tragedy for three lifetimes, yet she still has an affirming smile on her face. She's lived and travelled all over the world, but the last straw that broke the camel's back, brought her back to her hometown, Cre...
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𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 | 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦
Here's an unsurprising fact of my life ...
I've been sitting in my painting shed for the last few days attempting to think through everything that's been happening to me. The walk home from the party and the nights in my painting shed have blurred together. I barely know what day it is. If Mom or Nonna didn't yell at me to go to school, then I'd be sitting here 24/7.
Sometimes I stay awake all night. Other times I sleep all night long, and then continue to lay on this bed for the entire day.
I've come to the conclusion that I need to talk to Jayden.
Starting that conversation sounds scarier than I might've originally thought.
I tossed my hair into a low bun and laid in the bed of my painting shed. My mom bought five new pillows and more fluffy blankets to help keep me warm. She's obviously realized that I've been spending day after day here and she wants me to be warm and comfortable.
I put on my headphones and stared at the unsent message written on my phone. I've typed and deleted the same message over and over again for the last hour.
Once my eyelids started closing and I was drifting off into a deep sleep, I decided the time was now or never. One last attempt. No going back.
I didn't bother to read the message one final time before clicking send and shoving my phone under my pillow. A dreamless or a nightmare filled sleep was going to be immediate due to my exhaustion, and I didn't wait to see if there was going to be a response on my phone.
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My eyes felt heavy and crusty as I opened them and used my knuckles to rub the sleep away. Excessively blinking helped me remember I was in my painting shed. It was still dark outside, so I'm assuming I only got a few hours of sleep.
Alarm bells went off in my head as I searched the bed for my phone. At some point in the night it must've fallen and I reached down to pick it up. The momentum of my movement caused me to fall off the side of the bed.
"Shit!" I exclaimed at the pain and at the screen of my phone.
Reading the message again, I would've gone without the please. I don't want to sound desperate or fearful, but that's exactly how I'm feeling right now. I am desperate and fearful. I guess there's no point in hiding it.
The response: 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞.
Of course? Of course!
How is Jayden so calm? I know it's only a simple text message, but I could see his face while he's typing. A stoic expression not giving away a single hint about how he's feeling. I wished I had that same ability.
