❝I'm not crazy.❞
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in which a girl with agoraphobia messages an unknown person one day, marking the start of a bond that grows stronger with each conversation.
The incessant knocking caused the brunette to look up from his phone and towards the white door. He sighed and told the person to come inside his hotel room.
It was his class fellow. "Hey, Francis. Wanna come with us? We're heading out to this new café Joe discovered."
Francis shook his head and sighed in a despondent manner. "No, I'm good, Mark."
"You sure?" Mark raised an eyebrow. "Almost the whole class is going. You are going to miss all the fun."
"No, it's alright," he replied and when Mark gave in and was about to leave, he stopped him. He turned around to face him. "Hey, do you have any idea about agoraphobia?"
"Not that I know of," his friend answered, confusion on his face. "Why?"
Francis shook his head again. "Never mind that," he pointed towards the door. "You should go or else you'll get late."
"Sure you aren't coming?" This was the final call, but Francis didn't avail it.
"No, I'm not." And then Mark left the room, leaving Francis to look at his new phone and his last conversation again.
Who are you, J? What is going on in your life? And mostly, why have you been consuming my thoughts lately?
But as he pondered about these questions for quite a long time, he couldn't come up with anything.
Nothing.
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