Mystery Guy || Cassidy
Cassidy?
Sweetheart?
Cassidy? Please respond to me.
I am pretty sure you are getting these.
I'm sorry.
It's been two days since you last talked to me.
Seriously Cassidy.
At least give me a sign you are getting these.
...
Sweetheart? You there?
*sigh* Isn't it obvious?
I'm sorry. I am so sorry.
Yeah. Well sorry doesn't cut it.
What can I do to make it better?
You already know.
Let me guess... Don't give you any pet names. And stop talking to you.
Bingo.
Really?
Yep.
Can you please give me a second chance?
Maybe.
I will make it worth it. You won't regret it.
I didn't say I would.
Please?
I don't know if you deserve it.
I'll admit, that comment wasn't called for.
Duh.
I was just angry.
Angry at what?
Both of us.
How so?
I was angry that it didn't seem like I was getting through to you.
You could have gone after it better.
I know that.
Then why didn't you?
Because I don't feel like I am succeeding in what I originally planned.
Fine. I will give you a second chance.
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Mr. Pick-Me-Upper
Short StoryCompleted. "Keep your head up Princess, your tiara is falling." "Did you really try to comfort me with that line?" "Well. Is it working?" "What do you think? No, it's not." ••• When Cassidy graduated high school she never thought anyone would...