Late Night Messages
By Hailey Baker
I shove my time card into the clock.
9:06
Closing early is great, when you have a car.
I pull my phone out of my pocket to call my mom, when I realize i have a message waiting. I open my messenger app, to find that it is from Alex.
"... I'm sorry"
"For what?" I type back, shoving my phone in my jacket pocket as I walk outside and sit on a bench.
Ding!
"For everything..."
"???"
"It's nothing, I'm stupid, I'm sorry."
I shake my head, my mind races and I quickly type back,
I shake my head, my mind races and I quickly type back,
"Talk to me."
"No, it's stupid and you'll probably get mad."
"I promise I wont, if it's bothering you, it probably isn't stupid. If you don't tell me now, my mind will go crazy and my anxiety is already through the roof."
"No, it's stupid and you'll probably get mad."
"I promise I wont, if it's bothering you, it probably isn't stupid. If you don't tell me now, my mind will go crazy and my anxiety is already through the roof."
I wait for what feels like hours and stare at Alex is typing...
until my heart drops...
"I fucking miss you."
