To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]

"No, this isn't possible, I like boys." I thought to myself. I've had a boyfriend since I was twelve.. But why was she so tempting? I watched her hands as they traced my bare skin with her finger tips, the way her soft lips parted into a sly smile, "tell me you want me." She whispered in my ear, her warm breath tickling my neck, "tell me and I'm yours." I tried to resist, I really did. But I couldn't help it, she was so tempting, "I want you." I replied. Rated PG-13/ R for sexual content and drug use.