(re-read ch. 7. I changed Luke's name for her to "Mysty" and he explains why so please go back. Love you all especially for actually reading this really small story thingy <33)
February 27, 2014
12:00 a.m.
he calls.
Her: What is it?
Him: Pretty snappy today, Mysty.
Her: Seriously, what is it, is it even important?
Him: I was thinking about something.
Her: About what?
Him: Why do tell me all of these things when you barely know me?
Her: Do you really want to know?
Him: I think so.
Her: I know how you are and you wouldn't tell someone else. I also have practically no friends now, so I don't have really anyone else to talk to. And because you don't know who I am so you can't judge me or react strongly.
Him: So basically you tell me because there's no one else, I keep my mouth shut, and I don't know who you are. I think I get it. Pretty harsh though.
Her: I'm not in a great mood right now.
Him: Why not?
Her: Can't tell you.
Him: Of course you can't. You, Mysty, always keep yourself a mystery.
Her: Whatever. What brought on this question?
Him: I was thinking of you and was like woah we talk about a lot of things and give advice but I've only talked to her over the phone only a couple of times.
Her: It's the beauty of not truly knowing each other.
Him: But what if someone gets attatched?
Her: Don't. It won't end well.
Him: ...
Her: ...
Him: What if it's too late?
Her: ... I should go.
Him: Bye Midnight Mystery.
Her: I don't exactly like that nickname.
She hangs up.
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Midnight Calls
Short Story❝It was precisely midnight when he wondered if the beauty of her name would ever touch his arid lips❞ - M i d n i g h t M y s t e r y
