Forgotten // Coming Soon

I've thought about it for weeks now. I've thought it was time, that I've had the last straw. But I hadn't, or at least that's what I told myself.

I stared down at my phone, opened up to kik, flicking through our past messages.

'I love you baby girl.'

'My mom wants to meet you before she can't.'

'She thinks you're beautiful.'

'Babe, she's dying.'

Silence fills my bedroom, cluttered with pictures of boybands and soccer players. Book shelves filled with novels I've already read. Desk cluttered with unwanted homework and pens that no longer have ink. My floors have clothes thrown on them carelessly. My bed is undone and there's mascara on my pillows. The light is dimmed for only a candle lights my room. My phone shines bright and I've come to recognize the vibration patterns of it. Two buzzes for iMessage, one buzz for kik and others. Every time it buzzes one time, my heart leaps at the thought of it being him. But it isn't. It never is.

Has he forgotten about me?

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