About a week later I received a text from Izzie:
"So I got the drummers number and his name is Ashton. Michael wants your number, do you mind?"
I sighed, thinking; the only text I want is from him. I wasn't even thinking but my fingers typed three letters 'yes'. Damnit. Michael seemed nice and all, but I can't.
I locked my screen and looked around my large room. I propped myself and then grabbed my book I was reading, opening to my spot where I left off. I stared at the bookmark, the picture of me and him at that bar and grille where we had met, when we were happy. I took it in my hands and was about to rip it in half till my phone buzzed from an unknown number.
'hello beautiful, how are you doing?'
I sighed and actually thought about it for a few seconds then typed in my passcode in, then actually thought about it.
'hi michael, i am doing...okay'
'don't lie'
'what do you want, like why bother?'
'you are special. you have something different, i have no idea what. i like you'
'yeah that something different is being broken. don't even think for a minute that you can fix me'
'why try and fix something that is broken, when you can just make something new?'
I didn't respond after that, and just shook my head and looked out my window. Michael, you have no idea what you're in for.
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Numinous || m.c
عاطفيةNuminous (adj.) describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted- the powerful, personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired.
