The Ghost Protocol

It was early morning at campus, light shining through Harper's room .It was 7:00 AM on a Monday ,but she has not slept . Her eyes were glued to her phone looking at thr message thread that hasn't been updated for thr last 24 hours . she did not need to refresh her phone or scroll up to remember what has been said .Every word of the text she had sent that night . "Im not interested in a fling.Vincent .I cleared out my socials media pages ibecause didnt want so much noise and i definitely dont want to play games you always start somrthing you cant finish i really thought we were on thr same page about communicating Harper looked at her phone ....still no reply from Vincent just an empty black space. Harper closed her eyes, thinking of vincents smooth voice how it sounded when they frist met in the libaray.Vincent was brilliant , tall perfect eyes perfect pink plum lips,brown curly hair,sharp tongued but reality dawned back on harper she soon realize ..of course Vincent focused on his law courses ,he allayed used that schedule like an excuse whenever he disaapered for days even weeks it was always "school and court are everything right now bruh " harper wasnt buying that excuse anymore. You don't go from talking everyday to treating someone like a ghost unless it's intentional. With a shaking thumb Harper opened a fresh draft then .. her heart started racing the anxiety that has been in her chest for days suddenly snapped soon replaced by a surge of raw frustration and anger .If he wants to treat me like an option,she thought ,I'll give him the full receipt. Harper began to type on her phone both thumbs steady her keyboard clicking furiously in the quiet room ,she called out his childishness of him blocking her on snapchat ,the hypocrisy of his so called busy schedule and the fact that he has complletey left me on read since lst friday . She poured every ounce of her hurt into the text not allowing himslide by on low effort anymore She finshed the paragraph with a sharp laughing emoji whaich was a desparte attrmpt to mask how deeply it was hurting and tearing her apart her thumb hovered the blue arrow .Sending this meant drawing the final line .It meant demanding respect she deserved froma guy who was already halfway out the door . Harpers finger tocuched the screen the message sent out ,before the read recepit could even update an anonymous notification popped up at the top of harpers screen a media file with the caption look who vincent was with last night .