Me: Hi
Emilia: Helloo
Me: You good?
Emilia: Ye
Emilia: For now
Emilia: You?
Me: I'm foine
Emilia: Good
Me: You sure you don't hate me?
Emilia: I don't hate you m8
Me: So like Me: We're friends?
Emilia: Well yeah
Me: I still feel like there's something missing
Emilia: Well then let's get it back
Emilia: Let's go on an adventure sometime
Emilia: Like we always used to
Me: Way to bring out the feels there m8
Emilia: I'm very good at it
Emilia: Esp when I'm drunk
Me: You drunk now?
Emilia: Ye
Me: Shite
Emilia: It's fine
Me: Do I have to book you an appointment at some rehab clinic
Emilia: No my parents would flip
Me: Alcohol is not a good
Emilia: It's so good tho
Me: It's not
Emilia: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: I'm guessing you're too drunk to meet up
Emilia: Well yes
Emilia: Plus I don't want to
Me: Aight
Emilia: Lmaoooooo
Me: I want you to be alright
Emilia: I am
Me: Like all the time
Me: And like healthy
Emilia: Oh
Me: Tell me if I can do anything ok?
Emilia: Sure yo
Me: Ok good
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Our perfect rainstorms
General FictionBecause some people don't want to know anything AT ALL about the story before reading it, I'm just going to put this right here: [SPOILER ALERT] Have you ever met someone wonderful and amazing and you wanted to meet them so badly but you couldn't be...
