❝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.
He was furious, mad, livid, enraged. Francis knew that what Jacqueline said was right: he was bound to get angry at her sometime. And this was one of those moments. He turned to face the small window and clasped his phone tightly.
What do you mean, when you nod your head yes but you wanna say-
Francis groaned and then cursed his little Justin Bieber obsessed sister for putting on this horrendous ring tone that he never bothered removing for an alien reason.
"I will get you for that, Amanda," he vowed, turning his phone around to see who was calling him now. The number was unknown, but he still swiped yes and put the black device next to his ear.
"Hello?"
"F-Francis?" The voice whispered. "I-Is that you?"
Confused and appalled, he slowly and gingerly put his phone down and closed his eyes. It all felt like a dream. A dream that he never really thought of having. And yet, it did. And he had no idea what to do.
"A-Are you t-there, Francis?"
"Fuck," he muttered, canceling the call and then opening his messages immediately.
Francis knew that he would regret this, but besides what he told her, what he told J, he was not at all ready for this. He was not ready to hear her voice. He was not ready to see her. And he was certainly not ready to experience something like this, something which he didn't even know was.
So he did what first came in his mind: message J and ask her whether it was her or not.
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