"This must be the first time you've instigated the call."
"Well, this is only the third time we've spoken on the phone, so it's not really that big of a deal."
"But taking into consideration how the last one ended, one would think you would want nothing more to do with me."
"I don't, you're a creep and a stranger."
"Yet you were the one to call me."
"... I know."
"Well? Any reason why you've called?"
"I... I..."
He raises an eyebrow, was she finally going to let him in? Almost immediately, he scoffs to himself. Yeah, right.
"Never mind."
"Wai-"
She hangs up, wishing she never had that moment of weakness. She curses internally, now that guy would definitely know she was hiding something. "Great," she thinks, "Just what I needed." She turns off her phone to avoid being tempted to call him or pick up any calls. Turning back to stare blankly at her wall, she wonders if talking to him would've helped her from being consumed by her thoughts.
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Three Seventeen || Completed
القصة القصيرة"Each night she lies awake in bed, Blaming insomnia. But in truth it really is, Her restless thoughts instead." A phone call. A boy. A life changed. --- entry for @vinyl-'s one-shot competition (although mine's more of a short story oops)
