I woke up more tired than when I fell asleep. My eyes hurt and my head feels even worse. I push myself up on the couch, grabbing for my water and hoping to clear my thoughts, but instead I just remember last night.
I texted Milo.
Why the hell did I text him?? And out of all of the things I could have said, I ask, "Are you scared of the dark"?? What the hell is wrong with me. I let out a whine and fall back on to the worn couch. I close my eyes to try to get some more rest; to try and escape my mind.
I wake to a buzz. It's faint but then it grows the louder the more I try to ignore it. You've got to be fucking with me. I reach for my phone on the table and have to blink a couple times in order to comprehend what I am seeing. In bright letters on my screen, it says his name: MILO🐉
"No, no no no this can't be happening" I whisper to myself. I finally bring myself to pick it up; to answer him.
"Hello?"
"Josie??? Can we meet? I think we need to talk", he says as if nothing ever changed between us.
"Um why... what's up?", I say knowing exactly what this is about. Why oh why did I have to text him?
"Just meet me at that little coffee shop we'd always go to. See you in a few". Then click, he's gone.
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I'm too exhausted to write but I need it to escape.
All the love,
A.J.C.
