13:28:
Ashton?13:28:
Yes Amelia?13:28:
How come you respond to my messages? And not think of the fact that this was an accident.13:28:
I'm big on coincidence.13:28:
So we are destined to be together?13:28:
Yep.13:28:
Okay.13:28:
Can you manage that?13:28:
If I get to know you then yes, I think I can.13:29:
Very different from our first messages.13:29
Well, Low point.13:29
Are we ever going to talk about those things?13:29
When I can't sleep, yes.13:29
Do you sleep?13:30:
About 3 hours, if I'm lucky.13:30:
Shit.
3 hours??13:30:
Yep.
3 hours.
It hurts, but it feels numb at the same time. It's not something I often talk about.13:30:
I don't mean to intrude just, that's13:30:
Barely enough?
Tell me about it.
Naps are my saviour in a blanket13:31:
Does it have anything to do with stress?13:31:
I actually don't know.
It's been happening for just over a year now.13:31:
Have you ever been to anyone about it?13:32:
No.
I don't intend to either.13:32:
Okay sorry. I don't mean to be invasive.
Next time it happens, send me a message. I'll share a story, write you a poem, send you a song, anything.13:32:
You don't have to Ashton, you need sleep too.13:32:
Not as badly as you do.
Promise?13:32:
Do I have much of a choice?
I could always lie, you'll never know.
After all, we're just strangers.13:33:
Can't you ever allow me to be more than a stranger?13:33:
Fine.
Stranger called Ashton.
:)
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Short StoryOne wrong number. Two complete strangers in two different countries. Yet, an unlikely friendship forms.