personal blog: simon

my phone chirps. unfamiliar number. I open the text.

“hi. it’s Bryan.”

I stand in stunned silence.

another chirp.

“I gotta go but would love to catch up. tomorrow noon?” another text and what’s with the noon? what’s with that time of the day? is it because it’s the easiest to write?

another chirp.

“I got the number from Jake… yes after twisting his arm. I’m sorry.”

another chirp.

“you look good.”

did I just manifest that? is Bryan mocking me?

for a moment the whole day seems surreal. but if this is what I get then that’s a perfect end to a hazardous day. and to think I was knee-weak to see Jacob. now, I am doomed.

and it’s all my fault.

what a mess I made.

FUCK!

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