~Akia~
On Fridays, I usually have two classes with Matt. I was excited to see him since we had gone on a date the night before. Matt wasn’t in class. I don’t remember him being sick last night, so I got worried.
I walk into the dorm and plop on the couch. I pull my phone out for the millionth time, but there are no missed calls or texts. I take a deep breath and dial Matt’s number, but it goes to voicemail. I leave him a message and toss my phone on the couch.
My thoughts are starting to spiral, but I’m trying to keep them contained. This feels like Scott all over again. I don’t want to imagine that Matt is disappearing just like Scott did because that would mean that he’s back. I don’t want that for my life right now.
My phone rings and I jump to answer it, hoping that it’s Matt. “
