badass / shyland

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r y l a n d

i sat on my cosy dark blue desk chair, intensely reading a random book from my wooden shelf above my desk.

shards of glowing moonlight spilled onto my rooms floor, barely visible due to the rows of cool fairy-lights strung around my bedroom.

lofi-type beats filled my ears as my head nodded along to the familiar tune.

bzzt

my sleek, silver phone lights up. a text message appearing on the screen.

i reach over to my desk to retrieve it, and unlock my phone instantly.

weird, not many people text me at 2 in the morning. unless it's shane being thirsty or rachel being drunk, but they both normally call.

i furrow my brow and tap on the new message from the unknown number.

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<new message: s>
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my stomach tumbles; my eyes widen and i swallow whatever was left in my rapidly drying mouth.

how is this even possible? shane told me he was s, and i changed the contact name. now a new number named s is texting me?

who is this?