Texting.

~16~

WILL

Alright, I am ready for this. She is going to call me and I'm going to talk to her while she eats and I am going to help her through this. I can do this.

I look down at my phone, hoping it will ring but it doesn't. Is she not going to? Maybe she is as scared as I am.

I was about to send her another text when my phone started to lag and her picture took over the screen.

I almost didn't answer it because I was staring at that damn picture. She's is so beautiful.

"Mira?" I answer.

"Oh my god, you answered." Mira breathes. Dear god, her voice. I have to sit down before I fall.

"Of course I did." I smile even though she can't see me. "So, go on."

"I was hoping you forgot about that." She nervously says. I wish I could see her.

"Not a chance." I take a seat on the nearest chair I could find. I don't even know if it was a chair elite a table. I don't care I just needed to sit before my knees gave out on me. "Okay, go on. Go downstairs. It's okay, I'm here to help." I coo.

"Okay..." she says softly. I hear a door open. That must be her bedroom. "Wait, what is my mom going to think of me being in the phone?"

"You could let me talk to her if you like." I suggest. I know that was going to be weird but whatever works. She needs help and I'm going to give it to her. I am going to help her.

"Okay, if you have to. But I won't make you. Only if she asks."

"Sounds like a plan." The smile hasn't left my face.

"Okay, I'm going downstairs." She breathes. "Will, are you sure that I can do this?" I nearly choke. Hearing my name roll off of her lips like that, oh my god.

"Positive."

"I'm downstairs now." She laughs a little. "This would be so much easier to face time."

"I don't have an iPhone." I lie. She can't see my face. She will know who I am. I don't want that, not yet.

"Oh," she says sadly and I wish I would have told her the truth. It's bad enough she's kind of depressing while she texts, I don't know if I can handle her being sad while actually hearing her voice. "Morning mom." She says quietly, she must be in the kitchen now. I can hear some mumbling on the other line which must be her mom telling her about the breakfast or something. "No, it's a friend."

"So I'm an it now?" I ask, making her laugh. What a sound.

"Yeah." She replies.

"Are you going to eat while you talk?" I can here here mom ask.

"He's helping me." Mira says quietly.

"Alright well, you can take a plate to your room if you'd like. I don't want to intrude on your phone call." Her mother teases. I smile.

"Thanks," Mira mumbles and I can hear the clanking of glass lightly. "Okay, I'm back up in my room." She pants.

"Alright, three bites." I press.

"Two." She challenges.

"Four."

"Three." I could tell I was on speaker phone by now. Her voice was a little distant and static-y.

"Hah!" I laugh. "Got you! It's only three."

"Seriously, Will. You eat meals every day. Three bites is nothing to you, but from someone who can barely eat a chip without throwing up... three bites may as well be a twelve pound meatball."

"That's okay." I say softly. "You can do it though. Three small bites." I urge her.

"Three bites." Mira repeats.