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"What's wrong?" He asks, watching as my mood had dropped just moments before.

"What? Nothing." I assure, trying to believe my own lie.

Which, I wasn't entirely lying, because in some twisted way, nothing was actually wrong, it was just wrong to me.

"Lies."

"Nothing is wrong." I snap, "drop it."

"Ha-ha no."

My eyes roll as I get up, grabbing my leather jacket from the seat I had been sitting in.

"I'm going to go home, and if the world starts being torn apart piece by piece, the first call I'd make would be to you."

He furrows his eyebrows. "There's something wrong with that?"

"Yes," I nod, "because the line would be dead, since you'd be on the phone with someone else."

-E. Grin via written.in.pen on Instagram.

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