We grew closer and closer every day , every hour , every minute and every second . The more he spoke about her , the more I accepted the fact that she's his one and only . Until this day ... the day he complained about her .
"she drives me insane sometimes" . I could feel his distress through the dull letters on the screen . "I'm sorry about that" was the most appropriate answer at the moment rather than " dump that ungrateful bitch" . His text flashed , "Can I call?". Only then I realized , I've never heard his voice , this was going to be the first , so even if he wants to talk just to vent , I wouldn't miss hearing his voice for the world ,
"sure" I slammed the letters .
For 2 hours . he spoke , I listened , and all I could pick up were some fragments about conflicts he's having with Ramona , but if I were to be tested on his voice's sound waves , I'd get an A .
"I'm sorry , I spoke alot" . he did speak a lot , and I was exhausted, and probably I wasn't any help,I gave no advice , but god I loved to listen to that boy speak about anything ,even if it hurt me a little . Maybe I was the one drowning myself after all
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182 Days Of Beautiful Disasters
Short Story'Love will always be a game' A wolf in sheep's clothing , for help he cries . A girl with a glass heart, couldn't see his lies . Wolves pry , its in their eyes and she cant save herself , no matter how much she tries PS: all illustrations , includi...
