One drunken DM. Three words. Zero context. A message that can only be described as an academically questionable use of metaphor. A message that wasn't supposed to ever see the light of day. -⚘ ⚘ ⚘- Miki Rosenbaum did not intend to start a correspondence with a professional athlete. But after one confusing-objectively nonsensical-message, William Eklund Responds. And then he keeps responding. And what starts as a strange, thoughtful exchange turns into something neither of them quite knows how to define. One conversation turns into the next. Messages become a pattern. And somewhere between exam stress, road trips, and an ongoing debate about whether a person can be structurally described as geometry, something begins to take shape. Because occasionally, entirely by accident, you ask the right questions-and the answer keeps coming back. → dual pov → texting x real life → slowburn
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