Sienna | Eric
Sienna.
?
Sienna.
What?
Sienna.
Oh my god, what is it Eric?! You do notice I'm in class, right?!
Yeah, sorry... it's just that I've got something to tell you.
Can't you tell me later? This teacher - yeah will she's a real iguana. Can't have her confiscating my phone can I?
Oh, right.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I'll tell you later I guess?
Yes, so good bye for now.
Yeah, good bye...
---
Eric slammed his phone down onto his bed.
He couldn't tell her.
Why couldn't he tell her?
All he needed to do was type a few short sentences and send the text message all at once.
But she was busy.
Eric shoved the fearful part of his consciousness to the back of his head. Sienna had to know and he couldn't hide it.
Before he typed up her name, he was prepared. He had stared at his message for a few short seconds, his pupils moving between the message and the send button.
I'm leaving.
[Send]
I'm leaving.
[Send]
He couldn't do it.
He couldn't send it.
He groaned, frustration piling over him.
What was he afraid of anyway? A long distance relationship? A break up?
No, he trusted her more than anything. He knew they would never break up.
So what was he afraid of?
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