❝ Why do I feel like I'm just a chapter in your book while you're my entire story? ❞
❝ Well, you're obviously wrong, because you're my entire novel, cover to cover. ❞
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A blank canvas. That's how my life was. Until she took my hand...
41. chapter forty-one: did you know that I love libraries and the empty spaces they offer to bawl your eyes out?
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Serena <3: Hey. Are you okay? I'm sorry. Please respond. Ash. Ash? I know you are mad at me, and I'm so truly sorry! I won't ignore you from now on. Please reply. ✓ Delivered 06:45 PM ✓✓ Read 02:23 AM
The lowest brightness on the scale was still enough to illuminate the eerie confines of my bunk bed. I stared at my screen, a thousand double-edged words running through my mind; the two fools of my soul split between the reigning darkness and the soluble optimism.
One part of my intuition questioned my answers and injected regret into my veins.
Did I do it right?
Or am I in the wrong for ignoring her?
Should I reply?
While the other focused on overthrowing the former.
I feel something so wrong doing the right thing, so it must have been right as I'm feeling bad.
Wasn't she the one who used that knife against you first?
If she doesn't care enough to hear me out or comfort me about the nightmares, why should I?
I turned on my mattress to lie down on my right side. The injuries from facing bullies of Anistar High were healed, but the mental scars, I could trace them in the back of my mind.
My eyes widened when I saw the offline status of the girl turn yellow to idle. I quickly dismissed Discord and hid my profile to offline. The indicator showed she was still online, and a heartbeat passed before it turned grey. The same messages had shown up in my Telegram account, and I had read that first.
But it was too late into the night for her to be awake, wasn't it? It was nearly a quarter to one.
She probably turned in to see whether you replied or not.
The thought stimulated my fingers to type a response.
You: I hope it's not time yet to let you go.
I paused, considering how it might cost me.
You: But how do I hold on?
Exiting the app, I switched off my phone and laid on my stomach. That was a way to fall asleep, and I let the message be but a draft stored away for an eternity.
