"You know so much about me.. but I know nothing about you. If we're seriously going to be friends, you need to give me something to work with, creep. We've been talking for almost 5 months and you're still an unknown number in my contacts."
"I don't know that much about you."
"Right. Remind me who slid caramel candies into my locker because they knew I fucking love caramel more than breathing?"
"Okay, whatever."
"Uhm, fine."
"You know Death Note?"
"Yes. Duh."
"K, good. Then just call me L."
"Why?"
"L is creepy, and you think I'm creepy, right? Plus L is a cool name, I think."
"And.. my favorite color is icy blue. Something so mysterious about it.."
"How about a favorite song?"
"Don't have one, sorry to burst your bubble. But.. what's your favorite song?"
"I.. I don't have one either."
"I like alternative.. and NF is my god."
"You have good taste. NF is awesome."
"Glad we agree, Creep--I mean, L."
"Better get used to it, Amira."
"I wish I knew who you were though.."
"Because, I care about you now. And that sucks. And what sucks more is that I don't even know your name, let alone what you look like."
"I know."
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Sincerely, Anonymous
RomanceAmira Summers gets a text from an unknown number who seems to have a goal to make her happy with herself. That, and some other motive.. Short story. DISCLAIMER: Contains self-harm, suggestions to suicide, and profanity. Read at your own discretion.
