Something caught my wrist, yanking me backwards. I fell onto something--or rather, someone--that was behind me, and we both went crashing onto the linoleum. Arms wrapped around me, pressing my back against what I assumed was a chest.
Someone was breathing heavily.
"What the hell, Amira?"
I was kind of dazed, maybe from adrenaline. "..L?"
"Sure, are you happy?!" The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't pin it down for sure. "It's me. It's L. It's the person you didn't respond to for an entire WEEK, before deciding you would just kill yourself!!"
"I'm sorry.." I said quietly, slowly snapping out of my daze. I tried to turn to see him, but a hand was clamped over my eyes.
When he spoke again, I could hear tears in his voice. "What the hell were you thinking, Amira?"
"I was so afraid you'd do this," he said, almost under his breath. "I was trying so hard to convince you to stay. That wasn't enough, was it?"
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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.
