"what happened to us, logan?
*seen*
"logan."
"ayla. just hold on okay? im doing everything i can"
"no you're not! it's been a month."
"just hold on. okay?"
"is there something to hold on to?"
*seen*
Alarm. Again. I woke up in the middle of the night, tweeting to Logan's Picture. I'm not sure if that's a dream or if it was true. I don't have time to check that. I need to text Alissa and ask her if I could stay the night today. I don't have anything in this apartment. What a smart move huh? Maybe I was too eager to get out of Ohio.
I don't even have a sink. God damn.
I went out to my balcony and just sat there, admiring the view.
I received a message from Felix, from WhatsApp. He barely uses that. That's strange.
(I'll do maximum of 10 pictures in one conversation) // (I'm going every minute per message cause it kinda messes it up.)
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