"Are you going to talk to him?!"
Abby nodded as she typed the phone number into her smartphone, copying it from the small piece of paper.
"If this ended up like the garbage love stories I swear to Abraham-"
"Dani, relax! This is my first time in my adulthood to have friends."
Daniel lay down on the couch and let out a sigh. "It's just... you're not the stereotypical girly-girl."
"Pinky-pink?"
"You know, you're a lesbo."
Abby sighed, "Ugh, I've always wanted to be a plant."
Daniel smirked, "I can't even imagine."
"Don't. That's my childhood wish."
Daniel started spreading her arms and legs in the air, then closing them and opening them again.
"Photosynthesis."
Close. Spread.
"Photosynthesis."
Close. Spread.
"Photosynthesis."
Abby chuckled lightly, "Oh man, I love that reference."
"You better tell Nathan you've always wanted to be a plant!"
"No!"
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Unknown: Hey Nathan, this is the redhead chick who kept reaching out for the box earlier. I hope you reply sooner or later.
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Abby pressed send and waited for a reply. Soon, she heard the notification sound indicating an incoming message from Nathan.
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Nathan: Oh hey! I was expecting you to call me or something, but that's okay. Anyways, what's your name so I can add you to my contacts?
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Unknown: Abigail. Just call me Abby for short.
Nathan: Nice. Wanna call? I'll call you, Abby.
Abigail: Nah, I'll pass
Nathan: Whyyy? :(
Abigail: I dont want to talk about it, pal
Nathan: if this is very personal, i wont force you to let it out
Nathan: i understand
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Abby's fingers started to shake as she typed the next message.
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Abigail: Im mute
Abigail: Because my vocal cords are broken
Abigail: Well, god knows how that happened
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Alone (Lesbian Story)
Short Story[UNDER EDITING] Abby, a mute woman, crafts headstones and resides near a cemetery for three years. Immersed in work, her partner Danielle's presence offers solace. Despite Abby's preoccupation, Danielle's companionship combats her loneliness.
