joji didn't know how long he layed on his couch.
it wasn't until he realized there was no longer any fragment of light shining into his apartment that i noticed it was already 12 am.
"fuck," he mumbled, holding his forehead a fist.
he glanced at the pillow on the floor, engulfing his phone.
he hesitantly shuffled over, grabbing the phone.
his screen lit up.
unknown, 10;31pm:
hey stranger
unknown, 10:46pm:
?
unknown, 11:00:
too busy texting other bus stop thots??? i see sjskjd
he rolled his eyes, wanting to block her at that moment.
he just wanted to be alone.
solitude.
isolation.
then his phone started buzzing, yet again.
it was a call.
his eyes narrowed to the red 'decline' button.
then to the green 'answer.'
"hello?"
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broken bottles ; joji
Fanfictionjoji miller✰ he was broken; and she was the only one who could fix him
