~ Valentina / Hunter ~
"Taaaterrrr Totttt!"
"Hey."
"Ta- Hey you alright?"
"Just peachy. Anyways, what's up?"
"No, you're diverting. Come on, tell Hunter what's wrong. Well, you don't have to but it helps than keeping it all in your chest."
"Really, it's nothing."
"Are you sure? I won't tell anyone."
"...Pinkie promise?"
"Pinkie promise and I'll stick a cupcake and needle in my eyes if I break it."
"I..I've been having vision problems lately..."
"What? Are you okay? Is it very serious?"
"Well, the doctor says it's not serious for now but it can in the future. She says it's Retinitis Pigmentosa. Basically my vision will gradually get worse."
"Is it curable?"
"No, but my doctor said there are drug treatments that can preserve my cone cells to prolong blindness."
"I don't know what to say Tater Tot..."
"Dumbo, it's alright, you don't have to say anything."
"I'll send you a hug?"
"Thanks!"
"You're smiling right now aren't you?"
"What? No."
"You are!"
"Shut up!"
"There is a way to shut me up."
"Why do I feel like you're getting bolder?"
"Hm, am I?"
"If you are here I will be burying you in a hole."
"Tater Tot... do you know how wrong that sounds?"
*Call ended*
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The Possibility of Us
Short Story"Mom?" "..." "Can you buy me a box of pads? My period came." "Uh I think you should check who you're calling because one: I'm a male, two: I'm not your mom, and three: I have some spare pads." "Why on earth do you have pads?"