18 year old Dahlia the high-profile girl in town lives together in an apartment with her best friend Jamilla. After escaping her dark and traumatic past she struggles with Autophobia, will she ever find closure?
😉Frankie's POV😉 I sat by the window corner, lurking at the moon- the first thing that popped up in my head was, how it would be if Jamilla was here with me. "What is she up to anyways" I questioned, as I grabbed my phone
*contemplating if I should make a move* "Just do it" I whispered to myself. Before I thought twice I sent the message-
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For a second I became worried about her, she suddenly stopped texting me- -multiple thoughts raced through my mind of all the things that could be wrong with her. But I JUST couldn't bring myself to call her
After contemplating for another 10 minutes, my phone went off "ping ping". "It better be Jamilla" I exclaimed. I rapidly reached for my phone and immediately texted her back
I could feel the tension of what we said to each other through the screen. Because hiding and denying our feelings for another became so natural that it almost felt like a habit. "Such an idiot" I whispered to myself
"I don't know what it is- -I just can't get my words out right when I'm around her. Or think right😅" I groaned. "But what can I do" I complained.
