*Texting furball*
Hello.
Yes, I know ur in a coma.
And I know u probably don't want anything to do with me.
After all, I didn't answer ur text.
But for some reason...
It's easier for me to say I'm sorry
And that I regret everything I did to u
Without u around.
Maybe it's because u rnt here to judge me.
Maybe it's because I just feel to bad that I can barely even think of u without being disgusted with myself.
Maybe it's the fact that if I text u here without u reading, it'll b easier for me to ask for ur forgiveness.
Or maybe, it's because I found out I like u after u went into a coma.
*message deleted at 9:00 pm*
I miss our conversations.
Even if they were one-sided for a bit.
I miss u just texting me, saying ur here for me.
I miss ur stubbornness.
I miss our friendship.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
No matter how many times I say this to u.
Whether through here
Or at the hospital.
I'll never be able to express how sorry I am.
I'll never b able to express how much I hate myself.
How much I wish I never jumped to conclusions.
I'm sorry.
I have to go...
My girlfriend is calling me
Idk y I just told u that, but I just thought u wanted to no.
I hope u forgive me when u wake up.
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Calls From The Toilet [DISCONTINUED]
Short StoryIn which a girl gets dared to call a random number and that person on the other line happens to be a constipated boy. (Told through texts and messages with the occasional [kinda] actual chapters) [Start: June 23, 2017] [End: N/A]