7:16 am
good
morning
sunshine
she pulled out her phone from her pocket and took a bite out of her toast. she had woken up early and was in a surprisingly good mood. surprisingly.
okay, so either you have the wrong number again,
or you're watching me.
who is this?
what's in a name?
well, i mean, it would be nice to know that i'm not being...watched.
that which we call a rose. by any other name would smell as sweet.
did you just quote shakespeare?
you know it.
even though she knew that whoever sending the texts could not see her, as she was in the comfort of her kitchen, she still bit her lip, refusing to smile. yet, the ends of her lips were the slightest bit upturned. five minutes later she received another text.
i don't mean to startle you, genevieve.
YOU ARE READING
good morning, sunshine
Short Storya story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」
