003. evan

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The rest of the poems went on like this; they all contained a sad tone. Sometimes they were obviously written when the poet was angry, others maybe bittersweet, but not a single one was happy.

Evan became completely immersed in the tragically beautiful poetry until he, unfortunately, reached the first post. He had related to and loved all of them but was only able to bring himself to like the first two that he read.

If he had liked every single post, the poet's phone would surely be buzzing and buzzing (they had a lot of posts). They would look at their notifications and think, "Damn, what a weirdo." They'd know that Evan was stalking him and see him as a total creep! Investing so much time in reading all of their posts hinted at obsession, and the poet would certainly message Evan, telling him to "fuck off" and never return to their account. After all, their aggressive nature was evident in the comment sections of certain posts, and—

Evan trembled, his hands shaking and dripping with sweat. He was overthinking again.

Knowing that his behavior was irrational didn't really help to cease Evan's thoughts. He'd been lucky that he hadn't accidentally liked an early post. Such a small, little accident was enough to fuel Evan's embarrassment for days. He hated it, but he couldn't help it.

He took a deep breath and used his thumb to scroll back to the top. His thumb hovered above the "follow" button. The account only had a little over a hundred followers, so the thought of the poet being able to easily manage their followers filled Evan with a small dread.

Evan shut his eyes and jammed his thumb onto "follow" button. He let out an exhale, trying to calm his racing heart. The heavy feeling pulling his heart down wasn't unfamiliar, but Evan hated it nonetheless.

It was terrible.



heidi: if your name is evan-

evan: sh-

heidi: -and you're really handsome come on raise your hand

evan: :)

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