why did i say it? oh god why did i fucking say it?
he bit his lip, jaw clenching and unclenching, fingers still on the keyboard.
Luke's mind was filled with nagging doubts and just counted pieces of hopes.
20 seconds had passed.
oh you wait, she'd reply. he said.
3 minutes later.
she's probably giggling, who knows. he thought.
10 minutes.
well, she's probably thinking. he reminded himself.
15 minutes.
well. probably Neil messaged her.
30 minutes.
that idiot.
40 minutes.
she's not going to reply. i knew it.
1 hour.
oh i knew it. oh fuck. why did i even try?
1 hour and 30 minutes
i should accept it and be normal i guess.
he tried to compose another message to make everything seem normal.
like he didn't say anything.
like he didn't just confessed his pathetic feeling or infatuation or whatever-people-call-it,
just to make her reply back.
just to make her say anything.
LukeWebster is typing...
Him: Well, thank you for being so understanding. Never thought you would. Really, I'm quite surprised. People sometimes tend to be so judgemental. But not you. So I think I should be grateful for that.
but what he didn't know
Him: I think I like you. (was not delivered)
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Conflation (Beginner's Luck Award)
Short Story❝ the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong. you just stop talking.❞
