I Want You
I didn’t know what to think while I sat on the edge of my bed, mobile threatening to combust from how tight I was grasping it. I winced when I bit down on my already raw bottom lip, soothing my tongue over it to calm the sharp sensation. The metallic taste gave me an ugly glimpse of nostalgia that I knew well enough not to dwell in that moment. I turned my phone over, unlocking it only to end up staring at the screen for the twelfth time in the past six minutes. I had spent most of the day encompassed by my home screen, alternating between glaring and frowning at what sat before me. It was clear I needed to muster up some courage and ring Angel soon enough. Putting it off until the sun had begun to slip below the horizon was flimsily excused as me giving her the space she asked for. I
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