❝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.
"Thank you so much," Francis smiled at Marcus who was sitting next to him on a chair. "God knows how I would have survived with this Mathew issue going on."
Marcus laughed and Francis gave him an inquisitive look to which he replied, "Oh nothing. It's just that we sound like a bunch of girls confessing our love for each other."
"True that," the bruised boy joined in on the laughter. "It happens when you've got friends who betray you."
"Speaking of friends," Marcus handed Francis his phone back. "There's this girl who kept on asking about your whereabouts and how you were. She was worried as fuck when I told her that you had accident."
Francis gasped.
Jacqueline! How could I even forget about her?
He hastily thanked Marcus and called her instantly, feeling bad for not calling her sooner or telling her that he was awake. Thankfully, she picked on the first ring.
"F-Francis?" Her voice sounded weak and sad like the first time they had talked to each other.
"I'm here," he answered, feeling happy but also hurt.
And then, Jacqueline started crying. They didn't seem like regular sobs, bur rather as if she'd accumulated all of this in her eyes and now she was releasing it.
Fuck.
"Don't cry," he tried to console her. "I'm here, aren't I? Alive? There may be bruises on my body and I may not be able to walk, but at least I'm here, breathing," he desperately wanted to wipe her tears away as he heard her sobs increase. "Please, ange, do not cry. Please."
"I-I thought that I'd l-lose you, and, and-"
"Shh," he cooed, trying to keep the tears in his eyes at bay. "Do not say that. I am alive, and that's all that should matter to you."
And in that moment, he realized that he cared for her deeply and also loved her a lot. Whatever he and Jacqueline had was galaxies apart than what he and Sasha had.
Him and Sasha had a very rushed relationship in which most of the time, sex matter more than the actual love that needed to be felt. In which the I love you's and the good mornings and the long romantic messages felt forced and not genuine. In which, one half needed to be reminded always that the other was there for him or her.
But with Jacqueline, though they weren't in a relationship, the love and care mattered more than anything. In which the hearts, winks, smiley's and the how are you's that he sent were genuine and real. In which one half didn't need to be reminded always that the other was there for him or her.
Because Francis already knew that no matter what the case, he would still be there for her and Jacqueline would still be there for him.
"Hey Francis," her voice broke him out of his chain of thoughts. "Didn't you hear what I just said to you?"
She didn't stutter. She didn't stutter. She did not freaking stutter! How great can that be? How great can that freaking be?
"What?" He smiled goofily like an idiot, acting like he was a lovesick boyfriend and Jacqueline was his girlfriend.
"I'm ready," she sighed as if preparing herself for something.
"Ready for what?" Francis sat a little straighter as he eagerly awaited her response.
"Ready to show you my picture,"
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