Mystery Guy || Cassidy
Have you cooled down from our last conversation?
What do you mean? You were the one causing all the problems.
You know what? Nevermind. Let's just move on.
Alright, fine. It's been awhile since we last talked. How has your life been?
Cassidy. It's only been two days. That's not a long time.
Maybe for you. I missed being able to talk to someone.
You don't talk to anyone else?
Not really, not anymore at least.
Don't know why, but I find that hard to believe.
Alright then. Thanks for that.
Are you mad? Why are you upset about that? I thought it was a compliment.
Well, you thought wrong.
Can you please tell me something.
What do you want to know?
Why are you acting this way?
I didn't like what you said. Plain and simple. Don't know why we are still talking about this, like it is some kind of a big deal.
Because it is. I just want to make you happy.
It's easy to do that.
And?
Like really easy.
So? What is it?
Stop talking to me!
Why?
It's obvious you don't care about me. You just like making me upset and frustrated. I tried to help you and you shot me down, hurtfully, might I add.
Cassidy, please stop assuming things.
I'm not assuming anything.
Change your mindset then.
Why?
Remember our first conversation?
Yeah. Duh. The messages save.
I think you need to read through them again.
How come?
I called you 'Princess' and talked about your crown.
Remember now?
Yeah, I was just looking at them.
I don't know if it stands true anymore.
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Mr. Pick-Me-Upper (REWRITE)
Short StoryCompleted. Rewritten story telling of my book, Mr. Pick-Me-Upper. "Keep your head up Princess, your tiara is falling." "Did you really try to comfort me with that line?" "Well. Is it working?" "What do you think? No, it's not." ••• When Cass...
