The number is one I don't recognize. It's a text.
Hello. My name is Nick. I've seen you with your parents at a high school celebration thing. I'd like to get to know you.
My mind goes numb. Who would want to get to know me. Oh, wait, him. I clear my head, then text him, sorry Nick, back.
Uhm, when was this celebration?"
It takes a while to get an answer back. When I finally get one, it says:
Not sure.
Wow, thanks for detail. I answer.
"You do know my condition?.."
No answer. Twenty minutes later, I finally get a reply.
"No, but I wouldn't care anyways. I would still want to get to know you. The you inside of your condition."
That melts my heart. This is the person I've been waiting all my life for. And he's finally come to rescue me from this hell I call home.
|Hi guys. I finally found an inspiration to start my story again. I hope you enjoyed. Like and comment. :)|
