Our Numbered Days ∥ fillie

i don't regret it.

chapter sixteen.

"so uh, anyways.."

"are you always this awkward, finnie? geez, step up your game."

"hey, i had rows of ladies lined up behind me. but that was back when i was actually interested in my popularity. now i couldn't give two shits."

"keyword: had."

"oh yeah? well what about you?"

"i have plenty of people after me.. in my dreams every night."

"mhm."

"oh shut up, i bet you're lying about having all those girls after you."

"hey, how do you know i've never gotten laid before? for your information i actually─

"stop right there finnlard. i don't want that image to burn up my brain, thank you very much."

"how can you have a mental image of it when we've never even met in person before?"

"because it's just.. no, ew. i can't believe you're actually not a virgin still."

"yup, it's was hard for me to believe it once as well. but i'm quite proud of the fact now."

"hey! before i lose you to your manly horny needs, who'd you lose it to? if you don't mind me asking of course."

"please mills, it's not like i have a choice in the matter seeing as you always butt yourself in every corner of my life."

"correct, so anyways who was the lucky gal?"

"..i lost it to my ex."

"oh.. you mean the one who─

"yeah. the one who died."

"geez, i'm sorry."

"don't be, it's not like i regret it or whatever. i love her, you know?"

"right... well um, listen i have to go."

"what? why? we just got on the phone like five minutes ago."

"i know but i have to go now."

"oh well then, i guess this is the part where i say goodbye?"

"yup. bye, bye finnlard."