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34.

34. wait
• • •

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

Four days.

Five days.

I counted the days since my last interaction with Mattheo. It still felt weird. I was convinced by this point I would have my answer, but I didn't know if I wanted to be with him - if I wanted him. My brain was one big pot of alphabet soup. 

Six days.

Seven days. 

Eight days.

Fuck. I only attended two classes a day, avoiding both Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts. At this point I didn't care if I failed, I was coming back next year anyways. I avoided crowded hallways, I always listened to music, I spent my time looking at the ground.

Nine days.

Ten days.

Eleven days.

Twelve days.

Thirteen days.

Fourteen days. 

It's been two weeks and Mattheo and I have barely even exchanged glances. I didn't want him to think I hated him, even though I did, but I didn't. I didn't know. I hoped he didn't hate me, even though he had every right to. Maybe one day I'll bring him a croissant. How long was he willing to wait? How long was I willing to wait?

Every five minutes I checked my phone to see if he texted, but he gave me space. Which I appreciated. But hated. I didn't want to text first, I wouldn't know what to say. And what if he didn't respond?

Fifteen days.

Sixteen days.

Seventeen days.

Eighteen days.

I pulled out my phone, doing to Mattheo's contact with shaky hands as I tried to type a message.

• • •

bibble 🤡 - elsa ❄️

elsa ❄️
hey

• • •

I threw my phone at the foot of my bed, hugging my knees close to my chest, worrying about if he was going to respond, worrying about if I should've left him alone.

But then my phone lit up,

• • •

bibble 🤡 - elsa ❄️

bibble 🤡
hey

elsa ❄️
hey
fuck idk why i repeated that

bibble 🤡
s'okay
smth on your mind?

elsa ❄️
honestly?
just you

bibble 🤡
that's good?

elsa ❄️
ig

bibble 🤡
that doesn't sound too good
what happened