Text me at 2:47 A.M.

Skye doesn't believe in soulmates - not in the dramatic, movie-montage kind of way.
But she does believe in warm brownies, horror movies at midnight, and replying fast to texts (even if you've left her on read for eight hours).

She's the girl with too many playlists and even more emotions.
A girl with glitter eyeliner, and the kind who eats waffles with Nutella, ends up with it on her nose, and makes strangers smile because she's just that cute.

Then there's him -
the boy who only texts after 12,
stays up with her until 3 a.m. like it's their own secret timezone,
and somehow knows exactly how to make her laugh
right when she needs it most.

But feelings weren't part of the plan.
Not when she swore she'd never fall for someone who lives in her notifications.
Not when love looked more like a plot twist than a fairytale.

But here's the thing about 2:47 a.m. -
it's the hour when hearts speak louder,
and sometimes,
that's exactly when love decides to reply back.