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hebeimmortalized) wrote2017-04-13 04:26 pm
hebeimmortalized) wrote2017-04-13 04:26 pm
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Jillie fiddles with her phone, tempted to text Paul. She's been tempted to text Paul since all but ditching him in that little cafe. She'd panicked. She couldn't help it, at the time. He'd admitted to losing someone and all she could think was what she'd done to herself. The scars on her arms. The scar on her neck.
She's not good for him, not as a friend and not as anything more than that.
So she'd panicked. Distanced herself a little it, and had felt like it was the right move when he'd done it right back.
But she misses talking to him. And looking at him. And listening to his voice.
God, she's pathetic.
She stares down at her phone and types out half a message before deleting it. Then she starts a different message. She deletes that, too. Then she shakes her head and finally types, How'd the job hunt go? Tell me over coffee? and sends it before she can change her mind.
She's not good for him, not as a friend and not as anything more than that.
So she'd panicked. Distanced herself a little it, and had felt like it was the right move when he'd done it right back.
But she misses talking to him. And looking at him. And listening to his voice.
God, she's pathetic.
She stares down at her phone and types out half a message before deleting it. Then she starts a different message. She deletes that, too. Then she shakes her head and finally types, How'd the job hunt go? Tell me over coffee? and sends it before she can change her mind.