~Sebastian~
It took me two hours to draft a text message, and I still didn’t send it. I stared at the screen like it might rewrite itself if I blinked hard enough. But no. The same words stared back at me, hollow and weak.
“I need to talk to you. Please.”
God. What was that? Pathetic. Nowhere near enough. I deleted it, and typed it again in a different version.
“I’m sorry. I just found out. I didn’t know.”
I deleted it, and typed again.
“Kate. If you read this… please call me. I don’t know where else to start.”
Still not good enough. Because there were no words for this. No message that could crawl through the damage and undo it. No sentence that could hold all the things I should’ve seen. Should’ve done. Should’ve been.
I sat in the dark, the light of my phone casting a dull glow
