Chapter 13a: The Bestfriend
It had been three days. Three days, thirteen hours, and forty-two minutes to be exact. And he still hadn’t replied to your messages—or calls. The pink bag on your shoulder felt strangely heavy, much heavier than it should. Maybe because of the incident yesterday.. or maybe because you’d gotten used to him carrying it for you. Ugh, why does men always let you get used to them, then they just— …leave? To be fair, you couldn’t fully blame him for everything, though. Lately, you've been going over and over again every. possible. reason. on why he’d pull back—analyzing every. detail. God, sometimes you hate how your Pisces Moon got you tangled up in these f****d up emotions. But still.. yesterday.. if it wasn’t for Raymond.. What would we be doing right now? Ugh, forget it. This is the las
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