June 5, 2016.
6:10 pm.
Matthew: I'm sorry.
11:07 pm.
Matthew: Caleb?
June 6, 2016. 1:30 pm.
Matthew: I'm really sorry, babe. Please talk to me.
June 7, 2016. 10:06 am.
Matthew: I don't understand what I did wrong. I didn't cheat on you. I didn't do anything. At least tell me what the fuck I've done.
June 8, 2016. 8:09 pm.
Matthew: It's been three days, Caleb. Jesus rose from the dead in that much time. When are you planning to end the radio silence?
June 9, 2016.
2:05 pm.
Matthew: I swear to the newly arisen Jesus that I will get a megaphone and stand outside your dorm until either you get the fuck down and exchange words with me or I get arrested.
6:24 pm.
Caleb: What do you want?
Matthew: YOU. Can you stop being a baby and talk like a normal human being? Shout at me if you want to. But for god's sake, stop this...all of this. Let's sort this out like two mature adults.
Caleb: I don't want to hear it. You've already said enough.
Matthew: Sweetheart, you cannot treat our fights like a bad movie where you just switch off, get up and leave. Will you please, please, PLEASE, for the love of God, just tell me what's going on in your mind?
8:49 pm.
Caleb: I know you didn't cheat on me. I don't care that some stupid fuckup asked you out. I'm mad that you were at a position some time when you wanted to take a break from me and you never told me. But somehow, this random hoe knows all about it. Can't you see how betrayed that would make ME feel?
Matthew: If I call, will you pick up?
10:30 pm.
Caleb: Yes.
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General FictionJune 12, 2016. Pulse, Florida. The biggest hate crime against the LGBT community in 21st century America. It took some lives and changed others. Mine was one of them. Hi, I'm Matthew Westbrook. I live in a small apartment with my roommate, Austin Sh...
