Yawning, I stretch and immediately reach for my phone. Last night, Vox and I were up late. Talking---daily---is our thing.
M - You okay?
V - I will be. It was abrupt. Running into someone you thought you'd spend your life with when you're not expecting it is rough.
M - I can only imagine. I'm here if you want to talk.
V - I think you set me straight last night. Thanks for staying up with me. Again.
M - Bad breakups suck. Especially for those of us that feel things intensely.
V - I got you if you ever need a pick me up. Fair is fair.
M - Might take you up on that. Did you find out about the merch your friend has?
V - Yes, I am mailing it to you tomorrow once things open.
M - I'm excited. Thank you.
V - My pleasure.
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Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader
FanfictionOut of respect to the anonymous masked band that inspired this endeavor, no names or pseudonyms are used. If you find yourself here, you'll probably understand. If not, feel free to ask---or just enjoy. Let me know if you think I should continue...
