Maybe one day (BXB)

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Alex walked home as the sun began to set. The soft pinks mixing in with the mellow oranges made him think about the light pink blush Aiden had due to the cold air. The memory replayed in his head and it brought comfort to him. He remembered he had given Aiden his number to which he instantly grabbed his phone to check if he had any messages or missed calls. He didn't see anything which disappointed him. "It's only been an hour since you met, give it time." He reassured himself. Alex continued his way home, checking his phone every five minutes. He really wanted to speak to Aiden. He had left this imprint on Alex and to deal with it, Alex needed to see Aiden again.

The front door to his apartment creaked open slowly to reveal a small, almost completely empty room. It's Alex's studio. Studio apartment. He walked in and put his book bag down and just stared at the room beyond him. For some reason it felt lonely. More lonely than usual. Alex has been alone most of his life and it makes him wonder "why now?" The clock in his kitchen read 8:30 pm. He considered going to bed but his pocket buzzed and he whipped out his phone to see nothing. "Just my imagination?' Alex's disappointment made him head to sleep. The next morning he got up at six sharp. He checked his phone to see nothing once again and decided to just ignore his phone for the rest of the day, if only it worked that way. He kept checking his phone after every task he did. Whether it was washing the dishes, cleaning the bathroom or checking the mail, he was glued to his phone. His routine remained like this. Checking his phone a million times a day just to see nothing, he had the occasional Facebook notification but he always ignored them. About a week later he slowly stopped checking his phone. He started feeling sick. Not like the sick where you can treat it with antibiotics. There aren't any antibiotics to fix a broken heart.